Job 6:4
For the arrowes of the Almightie are in me, the venime whereof doeth drinke vp my spirit, and the terrours of God fight against me.
For the arrowes of the Almightie are in me, the venime whereof doeth drinke vp my spirit, and the terrours of God fight against me.
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12 I 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.
13 His archers compasse mee rounde about: he cutteth my reines, and doth not spare, & powreth my gall vpon the ground.
14 He hath broken me with one breaking vpon another, and runneth vpon me like a gyant.
2 For thine arrowes haue light vpon me, and thine hand lyeth vpon me.
2 Oh that my griefe were well weighed, and my miseries were layed together in the balance.
3 For it woulde be nowe heauier then the sande of the sea: therefore my wordes are swallowed vp.
11 He hath stopped my wayes, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
12 He hath bent his bow & made me a marke for the arrow.
13 Hee caused the arrowes of his quiuer to enter into my reines.
4 Mine heart trembleth within mee, and the terrours of death are fallen vpon me.
5 Feare and trembling are come vpon mee, and an horrible feare hath couered me.
4 It is as the sharpe arrowes of a mightie man, and as the coales of iuniper.
9 That is, that God would destroy me: that he would let his hand go, and cut me off.
10 Then should I yet haue comfort, (though I burne with sorowe, let him not spare) because I haue not denyed the wordes of the Holy one.
16 For God hath softened mine heart, & the Almightie hath troubled me.
4 And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
13 From 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.
13 Is it not so, that there is in me no helpe? and that strength is taken from me?
18 He wil not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
16 Thine indignations goe ouer me, and thy feare hath cut me off.
14 Wherefore doe I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my soule in mine hande?
15 Feare is turned vpon mee: and they pursue my soule as the winde, and mine health passeth away as a cloude.
16 Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
23 For Gods punishment was fearefull vnto me, & I could not be deliuered from his highnes.
4 Doe I direct my talke to man? If it were so, how should not my spirit be troubled?
11 Therefore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my minde.
6 Know nowe, that God hath ouerthrowen me, and hath compassed me with his net.
34 Let him take his rod away from me, and let not his feare astonish me:
6 The sorowes of the graue compassed mee about: the snares of death ouertooke mee.
15 He hath filled me with bitternes, & made me drunken with wormewood.
24 For my sighing commeth before I eate, and my roarings are powred out like the water.
25 For the thing I feared, is come vpon me, and the thing that I was afraid of, is come vnto me.
1 My soule is cut off though I liue: I wil leaue my complaint vpon my selfe, & wil speake in the bitternesse of my soule.
4 My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.
5 He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall, and labour.
6 He hath set me in darke places, as they that be dead for euer.
1 My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
11 And he hath kindled his wrath against me, and counteth mee as one of his enemies.
23 I will spend plagues vpon them: I will bestowe mine arrowes vpon them.
28 (41:19) The archer canot make him flee: ye stones of the sling are turned into stubble vnto him:
4 The sorowes of death compassed me, and the floods of wickednes made me afraide.
10 Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand.
6 Should I lye in my right? my wound of the arrowe is grieuous without my sinne.
10 My bones are cut asunder, while mine enemies reproch me, saying dayly vnto me, Where is thy God?
13 Hee hath also prepared him deadly weapons: hee will ordeine his arrowes for them that persecute me.
24 He shall flee from the yron weapons, and the bow of steele shal strike him through.
27 My bowels did boyle without rest: for the dayes of affliction are come vpon me.
19 He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like ashes and dust.
20 Behold, 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.
11 He hath put my feete in the stockes, and looketh narrowly vnto all my paths.