Job 20:14
The bread that he did eate, is turned to the poyson of serpentes within his bodye.
The bread that he did eate, is turned to the poyson of serpentes within his bodye.
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15The riches that he deuoured shall he parbreake againe: for God shall drawe them out of his belly.
16He shall sucke the gall of serpentes, and the adders tongue shall slay him:
17So that he shall no more see the ryuers and brookes of hony and butter.
18The thing he hath laboured for, shall he restore, and shall not eate of it: great trauaile shall he make for riches, but he shall not enioy them.
11From his youth his bones are full of pleasures, but now shall it lye downe within him in the earth.
12When wickednesse was sweete in his mouth, he hyd it vnder his tongue.
13That he fauoured, that would he not forsake, but kept it close in his throte.
20Because he could not perceaue when his belly was well, through his greedie desire he shall not escape.
21There shall none of his meate be left, therefore shall no man loke for his goodes.
22When he had plenteousnesse of euery thing, yet was he poore, though he was helped on euery side.
23And it shall come to passe, that wherewith he purposed to fill his belly, God shall powre the furie of his wrath theron, and shall cause his indignation to raigne vpon him, and vpon his meate.
24He shall flee from the iron weapon, and the bowe of steele shall strike him through.
25The arowe is taken foorth and gone out of the quiuer, and a glistering sword through the gall of him: so feare shall come vpon him.
26All darknesse shalbe hid in their secrete places, an vnkindled fire shal consume him: and loke what remaineth in his house, it shalbe destroyed.
13His archers compasse me rounde about, he woundeth my raines, and doth not spare, my bowels hath he powred vpon the grounde.
19He chasteneth hym with sickenesse vpon his bedde, he layeth sore punishement vpon his bones:
20So that his lyfe may away with no bread, and his soule abhorreth to eate any dayntie meate:
21In so much that his body is cleane consumed away, and his bones appeare which before were not seene.
12Hunger shalbe his strength, and destruction shalbe redye at his side.
13It shall eate the strength of his owne skinne, euen the first borne of death shall eate his strength.
14His hope shalbe rooted out of his dwelling, and shall bring him to the king of feare.
18He clothed hym selfe with cursing, as with his garment: and it hath entred into his bowels like water, and like oyle into his bones.
13Their throte is an open sepulchre, with their tongues they haue deceaued, the poyso of aspes is vnder their lippes.
14Whose mouth is full of cursyng and bytternesse.
8The morsels that thou hast eaten shalt thou parbreake, and loose those sweete wordes.
22But while his fleshe is vpon him, it must haue sorowe: and his soule shall mourne within him.
33Their vine is the poyson of dragons, and the cruell gall of aspes.
34Is not this layde in store with me, and sealed vp among my treasures?
7His mouth is full of cursing, and of deceate, and of fraude: vnder his tongue is labour and mischiefe.
22Let their table be as a snare before them: and in steade of aboundaunce of peace, let it be a meanes of destruction.
32It goeth downe sweetely, but at the last it byteth like a serpent, and stingeth lyke an adder.
22In his necke ther remaineth strength, and nothing is to labourous for him.
20A mans belly shalbe satisfied with the fruite of his owne mouth, and with the encrease of his lippes shall he be filled.
25Another dyeth in the bitternes of his soule, and neuer eateth with pleasure.
13The arrowes of his quiuer hath he shot, euen into my reynes.
16Lo how his strength is in his loynes, and what power he hath in the nauil of his body.
19O remember yet my miserie and my trouble, the wormewood and the gall.
3The wordes of his mouth are vnrighteous and full of deceipt: he hath left of to behaue him selfe wisely & to do good.
20The pitifull man shall forget hym, he shalbe sweete to the wormes, he shalbe no more remembred, & his wickednesse shalbe broken as a tree.
15He hath filled me with bitternesse, and geuen me wormewood to drinke.
16He hath smitten my teeth in peeces with stones, and roulled me in the dust.
7He that is full, abhorreth an honye combe: but vnto hym that is hungrye, euery sowre thing is sweete.
25The righteous eateth and is satisfied: but the belly of the vngodly hath neuer enough.
27Where as he couereth his face with fatnesse, and maketh his body well lyking.
20Their owne miserie shal they see with their eyes, and drinke of the fearefull wrath of the almightie.
7The thinges that sometime I might not away withel, are nowe my meate for very sorowe.
15And thou shalt suffer great payne, euen a disease of thy bowels, vntill thy guttes fall out, by reason of thy sicknes day by day.
3They haue sharpened their tongue lyke a serpent: Adders poyson is vnder their lippes. Selah.
5He hath buylded rounde about me, and closed me in with gall and trauaile.
24They shalbe burnt with hunger, and consumed with heate, and with bitter destruction: I wyll also sende the teeth of beastes vpon them, with the furiousnesse of serpentes in the dust.