Job 16:7
But now he has made me weary; you have made desolate all my company.
But now he has made me weary; you have made desolate all my company.
Surely now, God has worn me out; you have devastated my entire household.
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.
But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
And now that I am full of payne, and all that I haue destroied
But now hee maketh mee wearie: O God, thou hast made all my congregation desolate,
But now that God hath sent me aduersitie, thou hast troubled al my congregation.
But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made desolate all my company.
Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
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.
But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.
But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made desolate all my company.
Surely now he has worn me out, you have devastated my entire household.
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8You have filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me, and my leanness rising up in me bears witness to my face.
9He tears me in his wrath, who hates me; he gnashes upon me with his teeth; my enemy sharpens his eyes upon me.
11He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
4Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
6Though I speak, my grief is not eased; and though I forbear, what am I relieved?
2I have heard many such things; miserable comforters are you all.
16And now my soul is poured out within me; the days of affliction have seized me.
3Surely against me He is turned; He turns His hand against me all day long.
4My flesh and my skin He has made old; He has broken my bones.
5He has built against me and surrounded me with bitterness and hardship.
6He has set me in dark places, like those long dead.
7He has hedged me in so I cannot get out; He has made my chain heavy.
11God has delivered me to the ungodly and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.
12I was at ease, but he has broken me apart; he has also seized me by my neck and shaken me to pieces and set me up as his target.
13His archers surround me, he cleaves my entrails asunder and does not spare; he pours out my gall upon the ground.
14He breaks me with breach upon breach; he runs upon me like a giant.
15I have sewn sackcloth upon my skin and defiled my horn in the dust.
16My face is flushed with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
13From above he has sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them: he has spread a net for my feet, he has turned me back: he has made me desolate and faint all the day.
6He has made me also a byword of the people; and in the past I was like a tambourine.
7My eye also is dim because of sorrow, and all my members are like a shadow.
13He has put my brothers far from me, and my acquaintances are truly estranged from me.
15He has filled me with bitterness, He has made me drunk with wormwood.
16He has also broken my teeth with gravel stones; He has covered me with ashes.
17You have moved my soul far from peace; I forgot prosperity.
3So I am made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue clings to my jaws; You have brought me into the dust of death.
19He has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
12My lifespan is gone, taken from me like a shepherd's tent: I have cut off my life like a weaver; He cuts me off with pining sickness: from day to night You make an end of me.
13I counted till morning, that as a lion, so will He break all my bones: from day to night You make an end of me.
16For God makes my heart faint, and the Almighty troubles me.
21They have heard that I sigh: there is none to comfort me: all my enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that you have done it: you will bring the day that you have promised, and they shall be like me.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
16For these things I weep; my eye, my eye runs 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 you vex my soul and break me in pieces with words?
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
7My eye is consumed because of grief; it grows old because of all my 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 has stripped me of my glory and taken the crown from my head.
10He has destroyed me on every side, and I am gone; and my hope He has removed like a tree.
11He has also kindled His wrath against me and counts me as one of His enemies.
18He will not allow me to regain my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
3For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea; therefore my words are swallowed up.
8You have put my acquaintance far from me; you have made me an abomination to them. I am shut up, and I cannot come forth.
13Is not my help within 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 within me.
15What shall I say? He has spoken to me, and He Himself has done it: I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.