Job 16:8
And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
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7Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
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.
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.
15Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
16My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids `is' death-shade.
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.
6In dark places He hath caused me to dwell, As the dead of old.
16And it riseth -- as a lion Thou huntest me. And Thou turnest back -- Thou shewest Thyself wonderful in me.
17Thou renewest Thy witnesses against me, And dost multiply Thine anger with me, Changes and warfare `are' with me.
26For Thou writest against me bitter things, And causest me to possess iniquities of my youth:
27And puttest in the stocks my feet, And observest all my paths, On the roots of my feet Thou settest a print,
28And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.
15Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
9Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
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.
11Among 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.
16And He breaketh with gravel my teeth, He hath covered me with ashes.
17And Thou castest off from peace my soul, I have forgotten prosperity.
6And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.
7And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
18By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me.
19Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
5From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
10Dost Thou not as milk pour me out? And as cheese curdle me?
11Skin and flesh Thou dost put on me, And with bones and sinews dost fence me.
24Why dost Thou hide Thy face? And reckonest me for an enemy to Thee?
21Thou art turned to be fierce to me, With the strength of Thy hand, Thou oppresest me.
10Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
7Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,
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.
3These ten times ye put me to shame, ye blush not. Ye make yourselves strange to me --
5Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,
17And the judgment of the wicked thou hast fulfilled, Judgment and justice are upheld -- because of fury,
7For my flanks have been full of drought, And soundness is not in my flesh.
8Thou hast put mine acquaintance far from me, Thou hast made me an abomination to them, Shut up -- I go not forth.
16And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
10From Thine indignation and Thy wrath, For Thou hast lifted me up, And dost cast me down.
11And He kindleth against me His anger, And reckoneth me to Him as His adversaries.
12As to me, in mine integrity, Thou hast taken hold upon me, And causest me to stand before Thee to the age.
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.
20To my skin and to my flesh Cleaved hath my bone, And I deliver myself with the skin of my teeth.
2For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.