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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8And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.
9He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
6Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased?
2I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are ye all.
16And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
3Surely against me is he turned; he turneth his hand against me all the day.
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
5He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall and travail.
6He hath set me in dark places, as they that be dead of old.
7He hath hedged me about, that I cannot get out: he hath made my chain heavy.
11God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.
12I 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.
13His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
14He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.
15I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
16My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
13From 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.
6He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.
7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
13He hath put my brethren far from me, and mine acquaintance are verily estranged from me.
15He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath made me drunken with wormwood.
16He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones, he hath covered me with ashes.
17And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace: I forgat prosperity.
3So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
19He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
12Mine 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.
13I 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.
16For God maketh my heart soft, and the Almighty troubleth me:
21They 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.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
16For 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.
2How long will ye vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
7Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.
23He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
1My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
9He hath stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.
10He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree.
11He hath also kindled his wrath against me, and he counteth me unto him as one of his enemies.
18He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
3For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
8Thou 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.
13Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
20Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
18When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.
15What 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.