Job 18:12
Hungry is his sorrow, And calamity is ready at his side.
Hungry is his sorrow, And calamity is ready at his side.
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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.
6The light hath been dark in his tent, And his lamp over him is extinguished.
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.
11Round about terrified him have terrors, And they have scattered him -- at his feet.
23He is wandering for bread -- `Where `is' it?' He hath known that ready at his hand Is a day of darkness.
24Terrify him do adversity and distress, They prevail over him As a king ready for a boaster.
19And he hath been reproved With pain on his bed, And the strife of his bones `is' enduring.
20And his life hath nauseated bread, And his soul desirable food.
21His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen!
22And draw near to the pit doth his soul, And his life to those causing death.
21There is not a remnant to his food, Therefore his good doth not stay.
22In the fulness of his sufficiency he is straitened. Every perverse hand doth meet him.
23It cometh to pass, at the filling of his belly, He sendeth forth against him The fierceness of His anger, Yea, He raineth on him in his eating.
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.
20And cutteth down on the right, and hath been hungry, And he devoureth on the left, And they have not been satisfied, Each the flesh of his own arm they devour.
24Exhausted by famine, And consumed by heat, and bitter destruction. And the teeth of beasts I send upon them, With poison of fearful things of the dust.
25Without bereave doth the sword, And at the inner-chambers -- fear, Both youth and virgin, Suckling with man of grey hair.
21A fearful voice `is' in his ears, In peace doth a destroyer come to him.
15Therefore suddenly cometh his calamity, Instantly he is broken -- and no healing.
14His food in his bowels is turned, The bitterness of asps `is' in his heart.
26and those eating his portion of food destroy him, and his force overfloweth, and fallen have many wounded.
17so that they lack bread and water, and have been astonished one with another, and been consumed in their iniquity.
16From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above cut off is his crop.
22In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult.
28And he inhabiteth cities cut off, houses not dwelt in, That have been ready to become heaps.
18They thrust him from light unto darkness, And from the habitable earth cast him out.
30He turneth not aside from darkness, His tender branch doth a flame dry up, And he turneth aside at the breath of His mouth!
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
20His own eyes see his destruction, And of the wrath of the Mighty he drinketh.
14Thou -- thou eatest, and thou art not satisfied, And thy pit `is' in thy midst, And thou removest, and dost not deliver, And that which thou deliverest, to a sword I give.
11And thy poverty hath come as a traveller, And thy want as an armed man.
28And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.
15The sword `is' without, And the pestilence and the famine within, He who is in a field by sword dieth, And he who is in a city, Famine and pestilence devour him.
5Whose harvest the hungry doth eat, And even from the thorns taketh it, And the designing swallowed their wealth.
15There consume thee doth a fire, Cut thee off doth a sword, It doth consume thee as a cankerworm! Make thyself heavy as the cankerworm, Make thyself heavy as the locust.
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.
9Who is brightening up the spoiled against the strong, And the spoiled against a fortress cometh.
9And a battering-ram before him he placeth against thy walls, And thy towers he breaketh by his weapons.
16Gall of asps he sucketh, Slay him doth the tongue of a viper.
10And wander continually do his sons, Yea, they have begged, And have sought out of their dry places.
14If his sons multiply -- for them `is' a sword. And his offspring `are' not satisfied `with' bread.
55against giving to one of them of the flesh of his sons whom he eateth, because he hath nothing left to him, in the siege, and in the straitness with which thine enemy doth straiten thee in all thy gates.
34And thy poverty hath come `as' a traveller, And thy want as an armed man!