Job 17:7
And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
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7 Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,
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.
9 Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
10 For 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.
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.
10 My heart `is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.
6 And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.
6 My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.
7 Remember Thou that my life `is' a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.
8 The eye of my beholder beholdeth me not. Thine eyes `are' upon me -- and I am not.
11 My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.
17 For this hath our heart been sick, For these have our eyes been dim.
17 For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
20 My interpreter `is' my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:
9 Mine eye hath grieved because of affliction, I called Thee, O Jehovah, all the day, I have spread out unto Thee my hands.
3 For 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.
4 And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
51 My eye affecteth my soul, Because of all the daughters of my city.
7 Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
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.
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.
6 I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
11 My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
12 Night for day they appoint, Light `is' near because of darkness.
13 If I wait -- Sheol `is' my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.
18 My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
1 My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
2 If not -- mockeries `are' with me. And in their provocations mine eye lodgeth.
20 See, 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.
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!
17 For I have not been cut off before darkness, And before me He covered thick darkness.
16 And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
12 My 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.
31 And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.
12 `Is it' nothing to you, all ye passing by the way? Look attentively, and see, If there is any pain like my pain, That He is rolling to me? Whom Jehovah hath afflicted In the day of the fierceness of His anger.
13 From 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.
4 He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
14 As 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.
15 Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
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.
4 Thou hast taken hold of the watches of mine eyes, I have been moved, and I speak not.
82 Consumed have been mine eyes for Thy word, Saying, `When doth it comfort me?'
21 For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
5 From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
6 In dark places He hath caused me to dwell, As the dead of old.
3 So I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, And nights of misery they numbered to me.
49 Mine eye is poured out, And doth not cease without intermission,
3 I have been wearied with my calling, Burnt hath been my throat, Consumed have been mine eyes, waiting for my God.