Job 16:13
Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
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14He breaketh me -- breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one.
15Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
9His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.
10They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have smitten my cheeks, Together against me they set themselves.
11God shutteth me up unto the perverse, And to the hands of the wicked turneth me over.
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.
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
12He hath trodden His bow, And setteth me up as a mark for an arrow.
13He hath caused to enter into my reins The sons of His quiver.
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.
14Bound hath been the yoke of my transgressions by His hand, They are wrapped together, They have gone up on my neck, He hath caused my power to stumble, The Lord hath given me into hands, I am not able to rise.
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.
5He hath built up against me, And setteth round poverty and weariness.
4For arrows of the Mighty `are' with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves `for' me!
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.
16And to the dust of death thou appointest me, For surrounded me have dogs, A company of evil doers have compassed me, Piercing my hands and my feet.
2For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.
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.
11Because His cord He loosed and afflicteth me, And the bridle from before me, They have cast away.
17Because with a tempest He bruiseth me, And hath multiplied my wounds for nought.
18He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.
15He hath filled me with bitter things, He hath filled me `with' wormwood.
16And He breaketh with gravel my teeth, He hath covered me with ashes.
21For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
20See, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, My bowels have been troubled, Turned hath been my heart in my midst, For I have greatly provoked, From without bereaved hath the sword, In the house `it is' as death.
11And He kindleth against me His anger, And reckoneth me to Him as His adversaries.
12Come in do His troops together, And they raise up against me their way, And encamp round about my tent.
9He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.
25One hath drawn, And it cometh out from the body, And a glittering weapon from his gall proceedeth. On him `are' terrors.
14His food in his bowels is turned, The bitterness of asps `is' in his heart.
11He doth put in the stocks my feet, He doth watch all my paths.'
7He hath hedged me about, and I go not out, He hath made heavy my fetter.
13They have broken down my path, By my calamity they profit, `He hath no helper.'
14As a wide breach they come, Under the desolation have rolled themselves.
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.
6A net they have prepared for my steps, Bowed down hath my soul, They have digged before me a pit, They have fallen into its midst. Selah.
3Over my back have ploughers ploughed, They have made long their furrows.
27My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction.
15And -- in my halting they have rejoiced, And have been gathered together, Gathered against me were the smiters, And I have not known, They have rent, and they have not ceased;
7Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
4My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.
7For my flanks have been full of drought, And soundness is not in my flesh.
16Over me hath Thy wrath passed, Thy terrors have cut me off,
13I have set `Him' till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
2And he maketh my mouth as a sharp sword, In the shadow of His hand He hath hid me, And He maketh me for a clear arrow, In His quiver He hath hid me.