Job 16:13
His archers compasse mee rounde about: he cutteth my reines, and doth not spare, & powreth my gall vpon the ground.
His archers compasse mee rounde about: he cutteth my reines, and doth not spare, & powreth my gall vpon the ground.
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14He hath broken me with one breaking vpon another, and runneth vpon me like a gyant.
15I haue sowed a sackcloth vpon my skinne, and haue abased mine horne vnto the dust.
9His wrath hath torne me, and hee hateth me, and gnasheth vpon mee with his teeth: mine enemie hath sharpened his eyes against me.
10They haue opened their mouthes vpon me, and smitten me on the cheeke in reproch; they gather themselues together against me.
11God hath deliuered me to the vniust, and hath made mee to turne out of the way by the hands of the wicked.
12I was in welth, but he hath brought me to nought: he hath taken me by the necke, and beaten me, and set me as a marke for himselfe.
11He hath stopped my wayes, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
12He hath bent his bow & made me a marke for the arrow.
13Hee caused the arrowes of his quiuer to enter into my reines.
13From aboue hath hee sent fire into my bones, which preuaile against them: he hath spred a net for my feete, and turned me backe: hee hath made me desolate, and daily in heauinesse.
14The yoke of my transgressions is bounde vpon his hand: they are wrapped, and come vp vpon my necke: hee hath made my strength to fall: the Lord hath deliuered me into their hands, neither am I able to rise vp.
3Surely he is turned against me: he turneth his hand against me all the day.
4My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.
5He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall, and labour.
4For the arrowes of the Almightie are in me, the venime whereof doeth drinke vp my spirit, and the terrours of God fight against me.
13They gape vpon me with their mouthes, as a ramping and roaring lyon.
14I am like water powred out, and all my bones are out of ioynt: mine heart is like waxe: it is molten in the middes of my bowels.
15My strength is dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
16For dogges haue compassed me, and the assemblie of the wicked haue inclosed me: they perced mine hands and my feete.
2For thine arrowes haue light vpon me, and thine hand lyeth vpon me.
16Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
17It pearceth my bones in the night, and my sinewes take no rest.
11Because that God hath loosed my corde and humbled mee, they haue loosed the bridle before me.
17For he destroyeth mee with a tempest, and woundeth me without cause.
18He wil not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
15He hath filled me with bitternes, & made me drunken with wormewood.
16He hath also broken my teeth with stones, and hath couered me with ashes.
21Certainely mine heart was vexed, and I was pricked in my reines:
20Behold, O Lorde, howe I am troubled: my bowels swell: mine heart is turned within me, for I am ful of heauinesse: the sword spoyleth abroad, as death doeth at home.
11And he hath kindled his wrath against me, and counteth mee as one of his enemies.
12His armies came together, & made their way vpon me, and camped about my tabernacle.
9He hath stopped vp my wayes with hewen stone, and turned away my paths.
25The arrowe is drawen out, and commeth forth of the body, & shineth of his gall, so feare commeth vpon him.
14Then his meat in his bowels was turned: the gall of Aspes was in the middes of him.
11He hath put my feete in the stockes, and looketh narrowly vnto all my paths.
7He hath hedged about mee, that I cannot get out: he hath made my chaines heauy.
13They haue destroyed my paths: they tooke pleasure at my calamitie, they had none helpe.
14They came as a great breach of waters, & vnder this calamitie they come on heapes.
3For the enemie hath persecuted my soule: he hath smitten my life downe to the earth: he hath layde me in the darkenes, as they that haue bene dead long agoe:
4And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
6They haue layd a net for my steps: my soule is pressed downe: they haue digged a pit before me, and are fallen into the mids of it. Selah.
3The plowers plowed vpon my backe, and made long furrowes.
27My bowels did boyle without rest: for the dayes of affliction are come vpon me.
15But in mine aduersitie they reioyced, and gathered them selues together: the abiects assembled themselues against me, and knewe not: they tare me and ceased not,
7But now hee maketh mee wearie: O God, thou hast made all my congregation desolate,
4Mine heart trembleth within mee, and the terrours of death are fallen vpon me.
7For my reines are full of burning, and there is nothing sound in my flesh.
16Thine indignations goe ouer me, and thy feare hath cut me off.
13I rekoned to the morning: but he brake all my bones, like a lion: from day to night wilt thou make an ende of me.
2And hee hath made my mouth like a sharpe sworde: vnder the shadowe of his hande hath he hid mee, and made me a chosen shafte, and hid me in his quiuer,