Job 16:7
But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made desolate all my company.
But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made desolate all my company.
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8You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face.
9He has torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me. He has gnashed on me with his teeth. My adversary sharpens his eyes on me.
11He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.
4Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.
6"Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?
2"I have heard many such things. You are all miserable comforters!
16"Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
3Surely against me he turns his hand again and again all the day.
4My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
5He has built against me, and surrounded me with gall and travail.
6He has made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
7He has walled me about, that I can't go forth; he has made my chain heavy.
11God delivers me to the ungodly, and casts me into the hands of the wicked.
12I was at ease, and he broke me apart. Yes, he has taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces. He has also set me up for his target.
13His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.
14He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs on me like a giant.
15I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and have thrust my horn in the dust.
16My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.
13From on high has he 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.
6"But he has made me a byword of the people. They spit in my face.
7My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.
13"He has put my brothers far from me. My acquaintances are wholly estranged from me.
15He has filled me with bitterness, he has sated me with wormwood.
16He has also broken my teeth with gravel stones; he has covered me with ashes.
17You have removed my soul far off from peace; I forgot prosperity.
3so am I made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.
19He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
12My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me like a shepherd's tent. I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life. He will cut me off from the loom. From day even to night you will make an end of me.
13I waited patiently until morning. He breaks all my bones like a lion. From day even to night you will make an end of me.
16For God has made my heart faint. The Almighty has terrified 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 proclaimed, and they shall be like me.
11My days are past, my plans are broken off, as are the thoughts of my heart.
16For 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.
2"How long will you torment me, and crush me with words?
10For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
7My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
23He weakened my strength along the course. He shortened my days.
1"My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. 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 broken me down on every side, and I am gone. My hope he has plucked up like a tree.
11He has also kindled his wrath against me. He counts me among his adversaries.
18He will not allow me to catch my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
3For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas, therefore have my words been rash.
8You have taken my friends from me. You have made me an abomination to them. I am confined, and I can't escape.
13Isn't it that I have no help in me, That wisdom is driven quite from me?
20Aren't my days few? Cease then. Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
1"My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
18Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! My heart is faint within me.
15What will I say? He has both spoken to me, and himself has done it. I will walk carefully all my years because of the anguish of my soul.