Job 19:10
He breaketh me down round about, and I go, And removeth like a tree my hope.
He breaketh me down round about, and I go, And removeth like a tree my hope.
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8My way He hedged up, and I pass not over, And on my paths darkness He placeth.
9Mine honour from off me He hath stripped, And He turneth the crown from my head.
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
11And He kindleth against me His anger, And reckoneth me to Him as His adversaries.
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.
18And I say, Perished hath my strength and my hope from Jehovah.
7It hath made my vine become a desolation, And my fig-tree become a chip, It hath made it thoroughly bare, and hath cast down, Made white have been its branches.
19And I `am' as a trained lamb brought to slaughter, And I have not known That against me they have devised devices: We destroy the tree with its food, and cut him off From the land of the living, And his name is not remembered again.
19Wo to me for my breaking, Grievious hath been my smiting, And I said, Only, this `is' my sickness, and I bear it.
20My tent hath been spoiled, And all my cords have been broken, My sons have gone out from me, and they are not, There is none stretching out any more my tent, And raising up my curtains.
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.
15And where `is' now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
6Know now, that God turned me upside down, And His net against me hath set round,
13My brethren from me He hath put far off, And mine acquaintances surely Have been estranged from me.
19Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
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.
16From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above cut off is his crop.
12My 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.
11I give him into the hand of a god of nations, He dealeth sorely with him, In his wickedness I have cast him out.
12And cut him off do strangers, The terrible of nations, and they leave him, On the mountains and in all valleys have his thin shoots fallen, And broken are his boughs at all streams of the land, And go down from his shade do all peoples of the land, and they leave him.
11My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
9He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.
6My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.
9That God would please -- and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!
11My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.
7Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
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.
7He hath hedged me about, and I go not out, He hath made heavy my fetter.
9Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down?
10Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
19Stones have waters worn away, Their outpourings wash away the dust of earth, And the hope of man Thou hast destroyed.
23For a dread unto me `is' calamity `from' God, And because of His excellency I am not able.
40Thou hast broken down all his hedges, Thou hast made his fenced places a ruin.
12I have been forgotten as dead out of mind, I have been as a perishing vessel.
23As a shadow when it is stretched out I have gone, I have been driven away as a locust.
13Is not my help with me, And substance driven from me?
19As I had not been, I am, From the belly to the grave I am brought,
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
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.
9His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.
19Abominate me do all the men of my counsel, And those I have loved, Have been turned against me.
7For there is of a tree hope, if it be cut down, That again it doth change, That its tender branch doth not cease.
17Because with a tempest He bruiseth me, And hath multiplied my wounds for nought.