Job 16:20
My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,
My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,
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21 that he would maintain the right of a man with God, of a son of man with his neighbor!
15 I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and have thrust my horn in the dust.
16 My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.
19 Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven. He who vouches for me is on high.
18 Even young children despise me. If I arise, they speak against me.
19 All my familiar friends abhor me. They whom I loved have turned against me.
20 My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh. I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
21 "Have pity on me, have pity on me, you my friends; for the hand of God has touched me.
16 For these things I weep; my eye, my eye runs down with water; Because the comforter who should refresh my soul is far from me: My children are desolate, because the enemy has prevailed.
7 My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
2 Surely there are mockers with me. My eye dwells on their provocation.
6 "But he has made me a byword of the people. They spit in my face.
7 My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"
20 Reproach has broken my heart, and I am full of heaviness. I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; for comforters, but I found none.
9 He has torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me. He has gnashed on me with his teeth. My adversary sharpens his eyes on me.
10 They have gaped on me with their mouth. They have struck me on the cheek reproachfully. They gather themselves together against me.
14 I behaved myself as though it had been my friend or my brother. I bowed down mourning, as one who mourns his mother.
15 But in my adversity, they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together. The attackers gathered themselves together against me, and I didn't know it. They tore at me, and didn't cease.
3 I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
7 All those who see me mock me. They insult me with their lips. They shake their heads, saying,
24 For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.
10 My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.
11 My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my plague. My kinsmen stand far away.
16 Turn to me, and have mercy on me, for I am desolate and afflicted.
21 They 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 proclaimed, and they shall be like me.
22 Let all their wickedness come before you; Do to them, as you have done to me for all my transgressions: For my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.
8 My enemies reproach me all day. Those who are mad at me use my name as a curse.
11 Because of all my adversaries I have become utterly contemptible to my neighbors, A fear to my acquaintances. Those who saw me on the street fled from me.
49 My eye pours down, and doesn't cease, without any intermission,
13 "He has put my brothers far from me. My acquaintances are wholly estranged from me.
14 My relatives have gone away. My familiar friends have forgotten me.
10 For I have heard the defaming of many, terror on every side. Denounce, and we will denounce him, [say] all my familiar friends, those who watch for my fall; perhaps he will be persuaded, and we shall prevail against him, and we shall take our revenge on him.
51 My eye affects my soul, because of all the daughters of my city.
9 Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am in distress. My eye, my soul, and my body waste away with grief.
7 "Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard. I cry for help, but there is no justice.
13 Isn't it that I have no help in me, That wisdom is driven quite from me?
14 "To him who is ready to faint, kindness should be shown from his friend; even to him who forsakes the fear of the Almighty.
12 "Hear my prayer, Yahweh, and give ear to my cry. Don't be silent at my tears. For I am a stranger with you, a foreigner, as all my fathers were.
16 "Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
10 As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries reproach me, while they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"
17 For I am ready to fall. My pain is continually before me.
9 My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, Yahweh. I have spread out my hands to you.
4 I am like one who is a joke to his neighbor, I, who called on God, and he answered. The just, the blameless man is a joke.
1 Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a spring of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!
25 Didn't I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn't my soul grieved for the needy?
14 I am become a derision to all my people, and their song all the day.
8 Yes, when I cry, and call for help, he shuts out my prayer.
20 Aren't my days few? Cease then. Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,