Job 16:7
But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
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8 And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.
9 He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
11 He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
6 Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased?
2 I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are ye all.
16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
3 Surely against me is he turned; he turneth his hand against me all the day.
4 My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
5 He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall and travail.
6 He hath set me in dark places, as they that be dead of old.
7 He hath hedged me about, that I cannot get out: he hath made my chain heavy.
11 God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.
12 I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.
13 His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
16 My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
13 From above hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them: he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: he hath made me desolate and faint all the day.
6 He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.
7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
13 He hath put my brethren far from me, and mine acquaintance are verily estranged from me.
15 He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath made me drunken with wormwood.
16 He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones, he hath covered me with ashes.
17 And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace: I forgat prosperity.
3 So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
12 Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
13 I reckoned till morning, that, as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
16 For God maketh my heart soft, and the Almighty troubleth me:
21 They have heard that I sigh: there is none to comfort me: all mine enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that thou hast done it: thou wilt bring the day that thou hast called, and they shall be like unto me.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
16 For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed.
2 How long will ye vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
10 For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
7 Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.
23 He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
1 My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
9 He hath stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.
10 He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree.
11 He hath also kindled his wrath against me, and he counteth me unto him as one of his enemies.
18 He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
8 Thou hast put away mine acquaintance far from me; thou hast made me an abomination unto them: I am shut up, and I cannot come forth.
13 Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
20 Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
18 When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.
15 What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it: I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.