Job 3:12
Why were there knees to receive me? Or why breasts that I should nurse?
Why were there knees to receive me? Or why breasts that I should nurse?
Why were there knees to receive me, or breasts that I should nurse?
Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?
Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should suck?
Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?
Why set they me vpo yeir knees? Why gaue they me suck with their brestes?
Why did the knees preuent me? and why did I sucke the breasts?
Why set they me vpon their knees? why gaue they me sucke with their brestes?
Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?
Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should suck?
Wherefore have knees been before me? And what `are' breasts, that I suck?
Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should suck?
Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should suck?
Why did the knees take me, or why the breasts that they might give me milk?
Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should nurse?
Why did the knees welcome me, and why were there two breasts that I might nurse at them?
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10Because it did not shut the doors of my mother's womb, nor hide sorrow from my eyes.
11Why did I not die from the womb? Why did I not expire when I came out of the belly?
18Why then have You brought me forth out of the womb? Oh, that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
19I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
17Because he did not slay me from the womb; or that my mother might have been my grave, and her womb always great with me.
18Why did I come forth out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
16Or as a hidden untimely birth I would not have existed; like infants who never saw light.
13For now I would have lain still and been quiet, I would have slept: then I would have been at rest,
9But You are He who took me out of the womb; You made me hope when I was upon my mother’s breasts.
10I was cast upon You from the womb; You are my God from my mother’s belly.
3Let the day perish on which I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a male child conceived.
1Oh, that you were like my brother, who nursed at my mother's breasts! When I find you outside, I would kiss you, and I would not be despised.
14What then shall I do when God rises up? When He visits, what shall I answer Him?
15Did not He that made me in the womb make him? And did not one fashion us in the womb?
16If I have withheld the poor from their desire, or caused the eyes of the widow to fail;
10Have You not poured me out like milk, and curdled me like cheese?
10Then I should still have comfort; yes, I would harden myself in sorrow. Let him not spare, for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
11What is my strength, that I should hope? And what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
12Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh made of brass?
13Is not my help within me? And is wisdom driven quite from me?
14Why do I take my flesh in my teeth and put my life in my hand?
4The tongue of the nursing child clings to the roof of his mouth for thirst; the young children ask for bread, and no one breaks it for them.
20And she arose at midnight, and took my son from beside me, while your servant slept, and laid him in her bosom, and laid her dead child in my bosom.
21And when I rose in the morning to nurse my child, behold, it was dead; but when I considered it in the morning, behold, it was not my son, whom I had borne.
24His sides are full of fat, and his bones are moistened with marrow.
6By you have I been upheld from birth; you are he who took me out of my mother's womb; my praise shall be continually of you.
18(For from my youth he was raised with me as with a father, and I have guided her from my mother's womb;)
15so that my soul chooses strangling, and death rather than my life.
13Oh that You would hide me in the grave, that You would keep me secret, until Your wrath is past, that You would appoint me a set time, and remember me!
12Am I a sea, or a monster, that you set a watch over me?
13For You have formed my inward parts; You have covered me in my mother's womb.
21Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pierced in my mind.
23Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden, and whom God has hedged in?
24For my sighing comes before I eat, and my groanings are poured out like water.
15My frame was not hidden from You when I was made in secret and skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth.
3Therefore my loins are filled with pain; pangs have seized me, like the pangs of a woman in labor. I was bent over when I heard it; I was dismayed when I saw it.
3For I was my father's son, tender and dearly loved in the sight of my mother.
21And why do you not pardon my transgression and take away my iniquity? For now shall I sleep in the dust, and you shall seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.
15And where now is my hope? As for my hope, who shall see it?
3The sorrows of death surrounded me, and the pains of hell took hold of me: I found trouble and sorrow.
2What, my son? And what, son of my womb? And what, son of my vows?
22Then let my arm fall from my shoulder blade, and let my arm be broken at the bone.
2Surely I have calmed and quieted myself, like a child weaned from his mother: my soul is like a weaned child.
1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
4My flesh and my skin He has made old; He has broken my bones.
12'Let her not be as one dead, whose flesh is half consumed when he comes out of his mother's womb.'
2Indeed, how might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age has perished?
7And she said, Who would have said to Abraham that Sarah would nurse children? For I have borne him a son in his old age.
3Oh, that I knew where I might find him, that I might come even to his seat!