Job 19:10
He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone. My hope he has plucked up like a tree.
He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone. My hope he has plucked up like a tree.
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8He has walled up my way so that I can't pass, And has set darkness in my paths.
9He has stripped me of my glory, And taken the crown from my head.
11He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.
11He has also kindled his wrath against me. He counts me among his adversaries.
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.
18I said, My strength is perished, and my expectation from Yahweh.
7He has laid my vine waste, And stripped my fig tree. He has stripped its bark, and thrown it away. Its branches are made white.
19But I was like a gentle lamb that is led to the slaughter; and I didn't know that they had devised devices against me, [saying], Let us destroy the tree with the fruit of it, and let us cut him off from the land of the living, that his name may be no more remembered.
19Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is [my] grief, and I must bear it.
20My tent is destroyed, and all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth from me, and they are no more: there is none to spread my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
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.
15Where then is my hope? As for my hope, who shall see it?
6Know now that God has subverted me, And has surrounded me with his net.
13"He has put my brothers far from me. My acquaintances are wholly estranged from me.
19He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
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.
16His roots shall be dried up beneath, Above shall his branch be cut off.
12My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me as 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 will you make an end of me.
11I will even deliver him into the hand of the mighty one of the nations; he shall surely deal with him; I have driven him out for his wickedness.
12Strangers, the terrible of the nations, have cut him off, and have left him: on the mountains and in all the valleys his branches are fallen, and his boughs are broken by all the watercourses of the land; and all the peoples of the earth are gone down from his shadow, and have left him.
11My days are past, my plans are broken off, As are the thoughts of my heart.
4Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.
9He has walled up my ways with hewn stone; he has made my paths crooked.
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
9Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
11My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.
7But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made desolate all my company.
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 compassed 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.
9Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Will not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
10Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
19The waters wear the stones; The torrents of it wash away the dust of the earth: So you destroy the hope of man.
23For calamity from God is a terror to me, By reason of his majesty I can do nothing.
40You have broken down all his hedges. You have brought his strongholds to ruin.
12I am forgotten from their hearts like a dead man. I am like broken pottery.
23I fade away like an evening shadow. I am shaken off like a locust.
13Isn't it that I have no help in me, That wisdom is driven quite from me?
19I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20Aren't my days few? Cease then, Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
10For my life is spent with sorrow, My years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
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.
19All my familiar friends abhor me. They whom I loved have turned against me.
7"For there is hope for a tree, If it is cut down, that it will sprout again, That the tender branch of it will not cease.
17For he breaks me with a tempest, Multiplies my wounds without cause.