Job 16:14
He hath broken me with one breaking vpon another, and runneth vpon me like a gyant.
He hath broken me with one breaking vpon another, and runneth vpon me like a gyant.
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7But now hee maketh mee wearie: O God, thou hast made all my congregation desolate,
8And hast made me full of wrinkles which is a witnesse thereof, and my leannes ryseth vp in me, testifying the same in my face.
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.
13His archers compasse mee rounde about: he cutteth my reines, and doth not spare, & powreth my gall vpon the ground.
11Because that God hath loosed my corde and humbled mee, they haue loosed the bridle before me.
12The youth rise vp at my right hand: they haue pusht my feete, and haue trode on me as on the paths of their destruction.
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.
15Feare is turned vpon mee: and they pursue my soule as the winde, and mine health passeth away as a cloude.
16Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on 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.
9He hath stopped vp my wayes with hewen stone, and turned away my paths.
10He was vnto me as a beare lying in waite, and as a Lion in secret places.
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.
15I haue sowed a sackcloth vpon my skinne, and haue abased mine horne vnto the dust.
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.
16He hath also broken my teeth with stones, and hath couered me with ashes.
26Therefore God shall runne vpon him, euen vpon his necke, and against the most thicke part of his shielde.
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.
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.
14Beholde, he will breake downe, and it can not be built: he shutteth a man vp, and he can not be loosed.
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.
8Hee hath hedged vp my way that I cannot passe, and he hath set darkenesse in my paths.
9Hee hath spoyled mee of mine honour, and taken the crowne away from mine head.
10He hath destroyed mee on euery side and I am gone: and he hath remoued mine hope like a tree.
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.
2Howe long will yee vexe my soule, and torment me with wordes?
14And the breaking thereof is like the breaking of a potters pot, which is broken without pitie, and in the breaking thereof is not found a sheard to take fire out of the hearth, or to take water out of the pit.
34He teacheth mine hands to fight: so that a bowe of brasse is broken with mine armes.
18For the great vehemencie is my garment changed, which compasseth me about as the colar of my coate.
19He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like ashes and dust.
16But let it increase: hunt thou me as a lyon: returne and shew thy selfe marueilous vpon me.
35He teacheth mine handes to fight, so that a bowe of brasse is broken with mine armes.
24He shall breake the mightie without seeking, and shall set vp other in their stead.
24Affliction and anguish shall make him afraide: they shall preuaile against him as a King readie to the battell.
7He hath hedged about mee, that I cannot get out: he hath made my chaines heauy.
3The plowers plowed vpon my backe, and made long furrowes.
28Such one consumeth like a rotten thing, and as a garment that is motheaten.