Job 16:20
My interpreter `is' my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:
My interpreter `is' my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:
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21 And he reasoneth for a man with God, And a son of man for his friend.
15 Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
16 My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids `is' death-shade.
19 Also, now, lo, in the heavens `is' my witness, And my testifier in the high places.
18 Also sucklings have despised me, I rise, and they speak against me.
19 Abominate me do all the men of my counsel, And those I have loved, Have been turned against me.
20 To my skin and to my flesh Cleaved hath my bone, And I deliver myself with the skin of my teeth.
21 Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath stricken against me.
16 For these I am weeping, My eye, my eye, is running down with waters, For, far from me hath been a comforter, Refreshing my soul, My sons have been desolate, For mighty hath been an enemy.
7 Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,
2 If not -- mockeries `are' with me. And in their provocations mine eye lodgeth.
6 And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.
7 And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
3 My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where `is' thy God?'
20 Reproach hath broken my heart, and I am sick, And I look for a bemoaner, and there is none, And for comforters, and I have found none.
9 His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.
10 They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have smitten my cheeks, Together against me they set themselves.
14 As `if' a friend, as `if' my brother, I walked habitually, As a mourner for a mother, Mourning I have bowed down.
15 And -- 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;
3 I have been wearied with my calling, Burnt hath been my throat, Consumed have been mine eyes, waiting for my God.
7 All beholding me do mock at me, They make free with the lip -- shake the head,
24 For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.
10 My heart `is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.
11 My lovers and my friends over-against my plague stand. And my neighbours afar off have stood.
16 Turn Thou unto me, and favour me, For lonely and afflicted `am' I.
21 They have heard that I have sighed, There is no comforter for me, All my enemies have heard of my calamity, They have rejoiced that Thou hast done `it', Thou hast brought in the day Thou hast called, And they are like to me.
22 Come in doth all their evil before Thee, And one is doing to them as Thou hast done to me, For all my transgressions, For many `are' my sighs, and my heart `is' sick!
8 All the day mine enemies reproached me, Those mad at me have sworn against me.
11 Among all mine adversaries I have been a reproach, And to my neighbours exceedingly, And a fear to mine acquaintances, Those seeing me without -- fled from me.
49 Mine eye is poured out, And doth not cease without intermission,
13 My brethren from me He hath put far off, And mine acquaintances surely Have been estranged from me.
14 Ceased have my neighbours And my familiar friends have forgotten me,
10 For I have heard the evil report of many, Fear `is' round about: `Declare, and we declare it,' All mine allies are watching `for' my halting, `Perhaps he is enticed, and we prevail over him, And we take our vengeance out of him.'
51 My eye affecteth my soul, Because of all the daughters of my city.
9 Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
7 Lo, I cry out -- violence, and am not answered, I cry aloud, and there is no judgment.
13 Is not my help with me, And substance driven from me?
14 To a despiser of his friends `is' shame, And the fear of the Mighty he forsaketh.
12 Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, And `to' my cry give ear, Unto my tear be not silent, For a sojourner I `am' with Thee, A settler like all my fathers.
16 And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
19 Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
10 With a sword in my bones Have mine adversaries reproached me, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where `is' thy God?'
17 For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
9 Mine eye hath grieved because of affliction, I called Thee, O Jehovah, all the day, I have spread out unto Thee my hands.
4 A laughter to his friend I am: `He calleth to God, and He answereth him,' A laughter `is' the perfect righteous one.
1 Who doth make my head waters, And mine eye a fountain of tears? And I weep by day and by night, For the wounded of the daughter of my people.
25 Did not I weep for him whose day is hard? Grieved hath my soul for the needy.
14 I have been a derision to all my people, Their song all the day.
8 Also when I call and cry out, He hath shut out my prayer.
20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,