Job 6:4
For the arrowes of the almightie are vpon me, the poyson therof hath drunke vp my spirite, and the terrible feares of God are set against me.
For the arrowes of the almightie are vpon me, the poyson therof hath drunke vp my spirite, and the terrible feares of God are set against me.
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12 I was in wealth, but he hath brought me to nought: he hath taken me by the necke, he hath all to shaken me, and set me as a marke for him selfe.
13 His archers compasse me rounde about, he woundeth my raines, and doth not spare, my bowels hath he powred vpon the grounde.
14 He hath geuen me one wounde vpon an other, and is fallen vpon me lyke a giaunt.
2 For thyne arrowes sticke fast in me: and thy hande presseth me sore.
2 O that my complaynt were truely wayed, and my punishment layde in the balaunces together:
3 For nowe it woulde be heauier then the sande of the sea: and this is the cause, that my wordes fayle me.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
12 He hath bent his bowe, and made me as it were a marke to shoote at.
13 The arrowes of his quiuer hath he shot, euen into my reynes.
4 My heart trembleth within me: and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
5 Fearefulnes and trembling are come vpon me: and an horrible dread hath ouerwhelmed me.
4 So much as sharpe arrowes of a strong man in thy sydes: with Iuniper coales powred on thy head.
9 O that God would begin and smite me, that he would let his hand go and take me cleane away:
10 Then shoulde I haue some comfort, yea I woulde desire him in my payne that he would not spare, for I wil not be against the wordes of the holy one.
16 For God maketh my heart softe, and the almightie putteth me in feare.
4 And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
13 From aboue hath he sent downe a fire into my bones, and it burneth them cruelly: he hath layde a net for my feete, and throwen me wyde open, he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournyng.
13 Is it not so that there is in me no helpe? & that my substaunce is taken from me?
18 He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
16 Thyne indignation hath gone ouer me: and thy terrours haue vndone me.
14 Wherefore do I beare my fleshe in my teeth, and put my soule in myne handes?
15 Feare is turned vpon me, and they pursue my soule as the wind, and my health passeth away as a cloude.
16 Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
23 For I haue euer feared the vengeaunce and punishment of God, and knewe very well that I was not able to beare his burthen.
4 Is it for mans sake that I make this disputation? Which if it were so, shoulde not my spirite then be in sore trouble?
11 Therfore I wil not spare my mouth, but I will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my mynde.
6 Know this then, that it is God which hath ouerthrowe me, and hath compassed me with his net.
34 Let hym take his rodde away from me, yea let hym make me no more afrayde of him,
6 The sorowes of hell compassed me about, the snares of death ouertoke me.
15 He hath filled me with bitternesse, and geuen me wormewood to drinke.
24 For my sighes come before I eate, and my roringes are powred out like the water:
25 For the thing that I feared is come vpon me, and the thing that I was afrayde of is happened vnto me,
1 My soule is cut of though I lyue, I wil powre out my coplaynte against my selfe, and will speake out of the very heauinesse of my soule.
4 My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
5 He hath buylded rounde about me, and closed me in with gall and trauaile.
6 He hath set me in darknesse, as they that be dead for euer.
1 My breath is corrupt, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes doore.
11 His wrath is kindled against me, he taketh me as though I were his enemie.
23 I wyll heape mischiefes vpon them, & wyll destroy them with mine arrowes.
28 He starteth not away from him that bendeth the bowe: & as for sling stones he careth asmuch for stouble as for the.
4 The panges of death haue compassed me about: and the outragiousnes of the wicked haue astonyed me with feare.
10 Take thy plague away from me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hande.
6 In my right I shoulde be a lyer: my wounde is incurable without my fault.
10 It was as a sworde in my bones, when myne enemies dyd cast me in the teeth: in saying dayly vnto me, where is nowe thy Lorde?
13 He hath prepared hym instrumentes of death: he hath ordayned his arrowes agaynst them that be persecutors.
24 He shall flee from the iron weapon, and the bowe of steele shall strike him through.
27 My bowels seethe in me without rest, for the dayes of my trouble are come vpon me.
19 He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like asshes and dust.
20 Consider (O Lorde) howe I am troubled, my wombe is disquieted, my heart turneth about in me, and I am full of heauinesse, because I rebelled stubburnly: the sworde hurteth me without, and within I am lyke vnto death.
11 He hath put my foote in the stockes, and looketh narowlye vnto all my pathes.