Isaiah 38:13
I have set `Him' till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
I have set `Him' till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
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12My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
16And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
17At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.
3Surely against me He turneth back, He turneth His hand all the day.
4He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
10A bear lying in wait He `is' to me, A lion in secret hiding-places.
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
13They have opened against me their mouth, A lion tearing and roaring.
14As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.
15Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
13From above He hath sent fire into my bone, And it subdueth it, He hath spread a net for my feet, He hath turned me backward, He hath made me desolate -- all the day sick.
3When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.
12At ease I have been, and he breaketh me, And he hath laid hold on my neck, And he breaketh me in pieces, And he raiseth me to him for a mark.
13Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
14He breaketh me -- breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one.
14As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression `is' on me, be my surety.
15-- What do I say? seeing He said to me, And He Himself hath wrought, I go softly all my years for the bitterness of my soul.
8I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.
2Lest he tear as a lion my soul, Rending, and there is no deliverer.
4If I lay down then I said, `When do I rise!' And evening hath been measured, And I have been full of tossings till dawn.
10For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.
10`I -- I said in the cutting off of my days, I go in to the gates of Sheol, I have numbered the remnant of mine years.
17Evening, and morning, and noon, I meditate, and make a noise, and He heareth my voice,
40I have been `thus': in the day consumed me hath drought, and frost by night, and wander doth my sleep from mine eyes.
3For an enemy hath pursued my soul, He hath bruised to the earth my life, He hath caused me to dwell in dark places, As the dead of old.
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
2Till when do I set counsels in my soul? Sorrow inn my heart daily? Till when is mine enemy exalted over me?
19And I `am' as a trained lamb brought to slaughter, And I have not known That against me they have devised devices: We destroy the tree with its food, and cut him off From the land of the living, And his name is not remembered again.
17I count all my bones -- they look expectingly, They look upon me,
7Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
8And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
9His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.
11My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
14Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?
15Lo, He doth slay me -- I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue.
5From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
17Lord, how long dost thou behold? Keep back my soul from their desolations, From young lions my only one.
14And I am plagued all the day, And my reproof `is' every morning.
11My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.
28And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.
6I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
13Look from me, and I brighten up before I go and am not!
19And he hath been reproved With pain on his bed, And the strife of his bones `is' enduring.
2My God, I call by day, and Thou answerest not, And by night, and there is no silence to me.
13If I wait -- Sheol `is' my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.
10My heart `is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.
23He hath humbled in the way my power, He hath shortened my days.
4My soul `is' in the midst of lions, I lie down `among' flames -- sons of men, Their teeth `are' a spear and arrows, And their tongue a sharp sword.
10Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
16And He breaketh with gravel my teeth, He hath covered me with ashes.