Job 18:11
Round about terrified him have terrors, And they have scattered him -- at his feet.
Round about terrified him have terrors, And they have scattered him -- at his feet.
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7Straitened are the steps of his strength, And cast him down doth his own counsel.
8For he is sent into a net by his own feet, And on a snare he doth walk habitually.
9Seize on the heel doth a gin, Prevail over him do the designing.
10Hidden in the earth is his cord, And his trap on the path.
12Hungry is his sorrow, And calamity is ready at his side.
13It consumeth the parts of his skin, Consume his parts doth death's first-born.
14Drawn from his tent is his confidence, And it causeth him to step to the king of terrors.
10Therefore round about thee `are' snares, And trouble thee doth fear suddenly.
24Terrify him do adversity and distress, They prevail over him As a king ready for a boaster.
20Overtake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind.
18They thrust him from light unto darkness, And from the habitable earth cast him out.
11Doth not His excellency terrify you? And His dread fall upon you?
17Fear, and a snare, and a gin, `Are' on thee, O inhabitant of the land.
18And it hath come to pass, He who is fleeing from the noise of the fear Doth fall into the snare, And he who is coming up from the midst of the snare, Is captured by the gin, For windows on high have been opened, And shaken are foundations of the land.
5Fear and trembling come in to me, And horror doth cover me.
21A fearful voice `is' in his ears, In peace doth a destroyer come to him.
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
24He fleeth from an iron weapon, Pass through him doth a bow of brass.
25One hath drawn, And it cometh out from the body, And a glittering weapon from his gall proceedeth. On him `are' terrors.
26All darkness is hid for his treasures, Consume him doth a fire not blown, Broken is the remnant in his tent.
27Reveal do the heavens his iniquity, And earth is raising itself against him.
11He doth put in the stocks my feet, He doth watch all my paths.'
15He hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety passed away.
22A cry is heard from their houses, For Thou bringest against them suddenly a troop, For they dug a pit to capture me, And snares they have hidden for my feet.
20At this day westerns have been astonished And easterns have taken fright.
19How have they become a desolation as in a moment, They have been ended -- consumed from terrors.
14Fear hath met me, and trembling, And the multitude of my bones caused to fear.
5Why do I fear in days of evil? The iniquity of my supplanters doth compass me.
22And it casteth at him, and doth not spare, From its hand he diligently fleeth.
13Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
16From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above cut off is his crop.
15Therefore, from His presence I am troubled, I consider, and am afraid of Him.
8And they cause him to stumble, Against them `is' their own tongue, Every looker on them fleeth away.
10He is bruised -- he boweth down, Fallen by his mighty ones hath the afflicted.
20Dost thou cause him to rush as a locust? The majesty of his snorting `is' terrible.
21They dig in a valley, and he rejoiceth in power, He goeth forth to meet the armour.
4Wandered hath my heart, trembling hath terrified me, The twilight of my desire He hath made a fear to me,
12On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.
8And set against it do nations Round about from the provinces. And they spread out for it their net, In their pit it hath been caught.
33Making my feet like hinds, And on my high places causeth me to stand.
25From his rising are the mighty afraid, From breakings they keep themselves free.
11`Our steps now have compassed `him';' Their eyes they set to turn aside in the land.
25no man doth station himself in your presence; your dread and your fear doth Jehovah your God put on the face of all the land on which ye tread, as He hath spoken to you.
16For their feet to evil do run, And they haste to shed blood.
25Go not forth to the field, And in the way walk not, For a sword hath the enemy, fear `is' round about.
9Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down?
11With hoofs of his horses he treadeth all thine out-places, Thy people by sword he doth slay, And the pillars of thy strength to the earth come down.
47Fear and a snare hath been for us, Desolation and destruction.
34He doth turn aside from off me his rod, And His terror doth not make me afraid,
8Meet him doth desolation -- he knoweth not, And his net that he hid catcheth him, For desolation he falleth into it.