Job 19:21
Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath stricken against me.
Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath stricken against me.
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19Abominate me do all the men of my counsel, And those I have loved, Have been turned against me.
20To my skin and to my flesh Cleaved hath my bone, And I deliver myself with the skin of my teeth.
22Why do you pursue me as God? And with my flesh are not satisfied?
20My interpreter `is' my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:
21And he reasoneth for a man with God, And a son of man for his friend.
10Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
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.
16Turn Thou unto me, and favour me, For lonely and afflicted `am' I.
13Is not my help with me, And substance driven from me?
14To a despiser of his friends `is' shame, And the fear of the Mighty he forsaketh.
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.
9That God would please -- and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!
10And yet it is my comfort, (And I exult in pain -- He doth not spare,) That I have not hidden The sayings of the Holy One.
9Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
21They 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.
22Come 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!
14Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
11My lovers and my friends over-against my plague stand. And my neighbours afar off have stood.
13My brethren from me He hath put far off, And mine acquaintances surely Have been estranged from me.
14Ceased have my neighbours And my familiar friends have forgotten me,
21Thou art turned to be fierce to me, With the strength of Thy hand, Thou oppresest me.
2Favour me, O Jehovah, for I `am' weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,
1I `am' the man `who' hath seen affliction By the rod of His wrath.
16And God hath made my heart soft, And the Mighty hath troubled me.
19Wo to me for my breaking, Grievious hath been my smiting, And I said, Only, this `is' my sickness, and I bear it.
10They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have smitten my cheeks, Together against me they set themselves.
4I -- to man `is' my complaint? and if `so', wherefore May not my temper become short?
20Reproach hath broken my heart, and I am sick, And I look for a bemoaner, and there is none, And for comforters, and I have found none.
21Thy hand put far off from me, And Thy terror let not terrify me.
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.
6Know now, that God turned me upside down, And His net against me hath set round,
15And -- in my halting they have rejoiced, And have been gathered together, Gathered against me were the smiters, And I have not known, They have rent, and they have not ceased;
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
16And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
11And He kindleth against me His anger, And reckoneth me to Him as His adversaries.
22My shoulder from its blade let fall, And mine arm from the bone be broken.
26And after my skin hath compassed this `body', Then from my flesh I see God:
27Whom I -- I see on my side, And mine eyes have beheld, and not a stranger, Consumed have been my reins in my bosom.
4My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.
3These ten times ye put me to shame, ye blush not. Ye make yourselves strange to me --
5From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
7And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
10Hear, O Jehovah, and favour me, O Jehovah, be a helper to me.'
20I have sinned, what do I to Thee, O watcher of man? Why hast Thou set me for a mark to Thee, And I am for a burden to myself -- and what?
15Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
21For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
19And Thou, O Jehovah, be not far off, O my strength, to help me haste.