Job 19:22
Why do ye persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?
Why do ye persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?
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26 And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God:
27 Whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another; though my reins be consumed within me.
28 But ye should say, Why persecute we him, seeing the root of the matter is found in me?
20 My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
21 Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of God hath touched me.
1 My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?
23 Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book!
2 How long will ye vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
3 These ten times have ye reproached me: ye are not ashamed that ye make yourselves strange 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.
16 For dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feet.
17 I may tell all my bones: they look and stare upon me.
2 For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
19 How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
20 I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?
26 For they persecute him whom thou hast smitten; and they talk to the grief of those whom thou hast wounded.
24 Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemy?
4 My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
21 Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.
11 Saying, God hath forsaken him: persecute and take him; for there is none to deliver him.
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.
22 Let all their wickedness come before thee; and do unto them, as thou hast done unto me for all my transgressions: for my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.
9 I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
10 As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?
31 If the men of my tabernacle said not, Oh that we had of his flesh! we cannot be satisfied.
84 How many are the days of thy servant? when wilt thou execute judgment on them that persecute me?
2 For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore.
15 O LORD, thou knowest: remember me, and visit me, and revenge me of my persecutors; take me not away in thy longsuffering: know that for thy sake I have suffered rebuke.
10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
9 Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
7 And I fell unto the ground, and heard a voice saying unto me, Saul, Saul, why persecutest thou me?
4 As for me, is my complaint to man? and if it were so, why should not my spirit be troubled?
19 But be not thou far from me, O LORD: O my strength, haste thee to help me.
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.
10 They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me.
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.
13 His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
3 Wherefore are we counted as beasts, and reputed vile in your sight?
14 Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in mine hand?
3 My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
3 For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
18 He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
43 Thou hast covered with anger, and persecuted us: thou hast slain, thou hast not pitied.
19 Consider mine enemies; for they are many; and they hate me with cruel hatred.
3 Because of the voice of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked: for they cast iniquity upon me, and in wrath they hate me.
18 And he said, Wherefore doth my lord thus pursue after his servant? for what have I done? or what evil is in mine hand?
11 He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
2 I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest with me.