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