Job 3:12
Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should nurse?
Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should nurse?
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10 because it didn't shut up the doors of my mother's womb, nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.
11 "Why didn't I die from the womb? Why didn't I give up the spirit when my mother bore me?
18 "'Why, then, have you brought me forth out of the womb? I wish I had given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me.
19 I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20 Aren't my days few? Cease then. Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
17 because he didn't kill me from the womb; and so my mother would have been my grave, and her womb always great.
18 Why came I forth out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
16 or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, as infants who never saw light.
13 For now should I have lain down and been quiet. I should have slept, then I would have been at rest,
9 But you brought me out of the womb. You made me trust at my mother's breasts.
10 I was thrown on you from my mother's womb. You are my God since my mother bore me.
3 "Let the day perish in which I was born, the night which said, 'There is a boy conceived.'
1 Oh that you were like my brother, who nursed from the breasts of my mother! If I found you outside, I would kiss you; yes, and no one would despise me.
14 What then shall I do when God rises up? When he visits, what shall I answer him?
15 Didn't he who made me in the womb make him? Didn't one fashion us in the womb?
16 "If I have withheld the poor from their desire, or have caused the eyes of the widow to fail,
10 Haven't you poured me out like milk, and curdled me like cheese?
10 Be it still my consolation, yes, let me exult in pain that doesn't spare, that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
11 What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?
12 Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
13 Isn't it that I have no help in me, That wisdom is driven quite from me?
14 Why should I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand?
4 The tongue of the nursing child clings to the roof of his mouth for thirst: The young children ask bread, and no man breaks it to them.
20 She arose at midnight, and took my son from beside me, while your handmaid slept, and laid it in her bosom, and laid her dead child in my bosom.
21 When I rose in the morning to nurse my child, behold, it was dead; but when I had looked at it in the morning, behold, it was not my son, whom I bore."
24 His pails are full of milk. The marrow of his bones is moistened.
6 I have relied on you from the womb. You are he who took me out of my mother's womb. I will always praise you.
18 (no, from my youth he grew up with me as with a father, her have I guided from my mother's womb);
15 so that my soul chooses strangling, death rather than my bones.
13 "Oh that you would hide me in Sheol, that you would keep me secret, until your wrath is past, that you would appoint me a set time, and remember me!
12 Am I a sea, or a sea monster, that you put a guard over me?
13 For you formed my inmost being. You knit me together in my mother's womb.
21 For my soul was grieved. I was embittered in my heart.
23 Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden, whom God has hedged in?
24 For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.
15 My frame wasn't hidden from you, when I was made in secret, woven together in the depths of the earth.
3 Therefore my thighs are filled with anguish. Pains have taken hold on me, like the pains of a woman in labor. I am in so much pain that I can't hear. I so am dismayed that I can't see.
3 For I was a son to my father, tender and an only child in the sight of my mother.
21 Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I shall not be."
15 where then is my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
3 The cords of death surrounded me, the pains of Sheol got a hold of me. I found trouble and sorrow.
2 "Oh, my son! Oh, son of my womb! Oh, son of my vows!
22 then let my shoulder fall from the shoulder blade, and my arm be broken from the bone.
2 Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with his mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me.
1 "My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
4 My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
12 Let her not, I pray, be as one dead, of whom the flesh is half consumed when he comes out of his mother's womb."
2 Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
7 She said, "Who would have said to Abraham, that Sarah would nurse children? For I have borne him a son in his old age."
3 Oh that I knew where I might find him! That I might come even to his seat!