Job 9:17
For he destroyeth mee with a tempest, and woundeth me without cause.
For he destroyeth mee with a tempest, and woundeth me without cause.
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18 He wil not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
19 If we speake of strength, behold, he is strog: if we speake of iudgement, who shall bring me in to pleade?
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.
15 I haue sowed a sackcloth vpon my skinne, and haue abased mine horne vnto the dust.
11 He hath stopped my wayes, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
3 Surely he is turned against me: he turneth his hand against me all the day.
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.
2 Howe long will yee vexe my soule, and torment me with wordes?
3 Ye haue now ten times reproched me, and are not ashamed: ye are impudent toward mee.
15 He hath filled me with bitternes, & made me drunken with wormewood.
16 He hath also broken my teeth with stones, and hath couered me with ashes.
17 Thus my soule was farre off from peace: I forgate prosperitie,
16 If I cry, and he answere me, yet woulde I not beleeue, that he heard my voyce.
18 For he maketh the wound, and bindeth it vp: he smiteth, and his handes make whole.
19 Wo is me for my destruction, and my grieuous plague: but I thought, Yet it is my sorow, and I will beare it.
22 Thou takest me vp & causest mee to ride vpo the winde, & makest my strength to faile.
9 His wrath hath torne me, and hee hateth me, and gnasheth vpon mee with his teeth: mine enemie hath sharpened his eyes against me.
17 Thou renuest thy plagues against me, and thou increasest thy wrath against me: changes and armies of sorowes are against me.
18 Wherfore then hast thou brought me out of the wombe? Oh that I had perished, and that none eye had seene me!
9 He hath stopped vp my wayes with hewen stone, and turned away my paths.
6 Know nowe, that God hath ouerthrowen me, and hath compassed me with his net.
7 Beholde, I crie out of violence, but I haue none answere: I crie, but there is no iudgement.
8 Hee hath hedged vp my way that I cannot passe, and he hath set darkenesse in my paths.
9 Hee hath spoyled mee of mine honour, and taken the crowne away from mine head.
10 He hath destroyed mee on euery side and I am gone: and he hath remoued mine hope like a tree.
11 And he hath kindled his wrath against me, and counteth mee as one of his enemies.
18 Why is mine heauines continuall? And my plague desperate and cannot be healed? why art thou vnto me as a lyar, and as waters that faile?
6 Should I lye in my right? my wound of the arrowe is grieuous without my sinne.
19 He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like ashes and dust.
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.
10 Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand.
7 But now hee maketh mee wearie: O God, thou hast made all my congregation desolate,
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.
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.
14 They came as a great breach of waters, & vnder this calamitie they come on heapes.
10 Lo, he hath found occasions against me, and counted me for his enemie.
11 He hath put my feete in the stockes, and looketh narrowly vnto all my paths.
19 He is also striken with sorow vpon his bed, and the griefe of his bones is sore,
8 Hee would make haste for my deliuerance from the stormie winde and tempest.
11 Because that God hath loosed my corde and humbled mee, they haue loosed the bridle before me.
35 They haue stricken mee, shalt thou say, but I was not sicke: they haue beaten mee, but I knew not, when I awoke: therefore will I seeke it yet still.
14 Beholde, he will breake downe, and it can not be built: he shutteth a man vp, and he can not be loosed.
6 Hee hath also made mee a byword of the people, and I am as a Tabret before them.
16 For God hath softened mine heart, & the Almightie hath troubled me.
17 For I am not cut off in darknesse, but he hath hid the darkenesse from my face.
20 Rebuke hath broken mine heart, and I am full of heauinesse, and I looked for some to haue pitie on me, but there was none: and for comforters, but I found none.