Job 9:17
For he breaketh me with a tempest, and multiplieth my wounds without cause.
For he breaketh me with a tempest, and multiplieth my wounds without cause.
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18 He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
19 If I speak of strength, lo, he is strong: and if of judgment, who shall set me a time to plead?
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.
11 He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desote.
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.
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 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.
16 If I had called, and he had answered me; yet would I not believe that he had hearkened unto my voice.
18 For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole.
19 Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
22 Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my substance.
9 He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thine indignation upon me; changes and war are against me.
18 Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
9 He hath inclosed my ways with hewn stone, he hath made my paths crooked.
6 Know now that God hath overthrown me, and hath compassed me with his net.
7 Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry aloud, but there is no judgment.
8 He hath fenced up my way that I cannot pass, and he hath set darkness in my paths.
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 Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuseth to be healed? wilt thou be altogether unto me as a liar, and as waters that fail?
6 Should I lie against my right? my wound is incurable without transgression.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
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 desote and faint all the day.
10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
7 But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
11 Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
9 Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
10 Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
14 They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
10 Behold, he findeth occasions against me, he counteth me for his enemy,
11 He putteth my feet in the stocks, he marketh all my paths.
19 He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, and the multitude of his bones with strong pain:
8 I would hasten my escape from the windy storm and tempest.
11 Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me.
35 They have stricken me, shalt thou say, and I was not sick; they have beaten me, and I felt it not: when shall I awake? I will seek it yet again.
14 Behold, he breaketh down, and it cannot be built again: he shutteth up a man, and there can be no opening.
6 He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.
16 For God maketh my heart soft, and the Almighty troubleth me:
17 Because I was not cut off before the darkness, neither hath he covered the darkness from my face.
20 Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: and I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none.