Job 6:4
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, My spirit drinks up their poison. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, My spirit drinks up their poison. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.
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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.
2For your arrows have pierced me, Your hand presses hard on me.
2"Oh that my anguish were weighed, And all my calamity laid in the balances!
3For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas, Therefore have my words been rash.
11He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.
12He has bent his bow, and set me as a mark for the arrow.
13He has caused the shafts of his quiver to enter into my reins.
4My heart is severely pained within me. The terrors of death have fallen on me.
5Fearfulness and trembling have come on me. Horror has overwhelmed me.
4Sharp arrows of the mighty, With coals of juniper.
9Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
10Be 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.
16For God has made my heart faint. The Almighty has terrified me.
4Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.
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.
13Isn't it that I have no help in me, That wisdom is driven quite from me?
18He will not allow me to take my breath, But fills me with bitterness.
16Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.
14Why should I take my flesh in my teeth, And put my life in my hand?
15Terrors are turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
16"Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
23For calamity from God is a terror to me, By reason of his majesty I can do nothing.
4As for me, is my complaint to man? Why shouldn't I be impatient?
11"Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
6Know now that God has subverted me, And has surrounded me with his net.
34Let him take his rod away from me, Let his terror not make me afraid:
6The cords of Sheol were round about me; The snares of death came on me.
15He has filled me with bitterness, he has sated me with wormwood.
24For my sighing comes before I eat, My groanings are poured out like water.
25For the thing which I fear comes on me, That which I am afraid of comes to me.
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.
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.
1"My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
11He has also kindled his wrath against me. He counts me among his adversaries.
23I will heap evils on them; I will spend my arrows on them:
28The arrow can't make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.
4The cords of death surrounded me. The floods of ungodliness made me afraid.
10Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
6Notwithstanding my right I am considered a liar; My wound is incurable, though I am without disobedience.'
10As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries reproach me, While they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"
13He has also prepared for himself the instruments of death. He makes ready his flaming arrows.
24He shall flee from the iron weapon. The bronze arrow shall strike him through.
27My heart is troubled, and doesn't rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
19He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
20See, Yahweh; for I am in distress; my heart is troubled; My heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: Abroad the sword bereaves, at home there is as death.
11He puts my feet in the stocks, He marks all my paths.'