Job 19:22
Why do you pursue me as God? And with my flesh are not satisfied?
Why do you pursue me as God? And with my flesh are not satisfied?
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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.
28But ye say, `Why do we pursue after him?' And the root of the matter hath been found in me.
20To my skin and to my flesh Cleaved hath my bone, And I deliver myself with the skin of my teeth.
21Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath stricken against me.
1To the Overseer, on `The Hind of the Morning.' -- A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me? Far from my salvation, The words of my roaring?
23Who doth grant now, That my words may be written? Who doth grant that in a book they may be graven?
2Till when do ye afflict my soul, And bruise me with words?
3These ten times ye put me to shame, ye blush not. Ye make yourselves strange to me --
15Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
16And to the dust of death thou appointest me, For surrounded me have dogs, A company of evil doers have compassed me, Piercing my hands and my feet.
17I count all my bones -- they look expectingly, They look upon me,
2For thou `art' the God of my strength. Why hast Thou cast me off? Why mourning do I go up and down, In the oppression of an enemy?
19How long dost Thou not look from me? Thou dost not desist till I swallow my spittle.
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?
26For they have pursued him Thou hast smitten, And recount of the pain of Thy pierced ones.
24Why dost Thou hide Thy face? And reckonest me for an enemy to Thee?
4He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
21Thou art turned to be fierce to me, With the strength of Thy hand, Thou oppresest me.
11Saying, `God hath forsaken him, Pursue and catch him, for there is no deliverer.'
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!
9I say to God my rock, `Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an enemy?
10With a sword in my bones Have mine adversaries reproached me, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where `is' thy God?'
31If not -- say ye, O men of my tent, `O that we had of his flesh, we are not satisfied.'
84How many `are' the days of Thy servant? When dost Thou execute Against my pursuers judgment?
2For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.
15Thou, Thou hast known, O Jehovah, Remember me, and inspect me, And take vengeance for me of my pursuers, In Thy long-suffering take me not away, Know -- I have borne for Thee reproach.
10Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
9That God would please -- and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!
7I fell also to the ground, and I heard a voice saying to me, Saul, Saul, why me dost thou persecute?
4I -- to man `is' my complaint? and if `so', wherefore May not my temper become short?
19And Thou, O Jehovah, be not far off, O my strength, to help me haste.
8And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
9His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.
10They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have smitten my cheeks, Together against me they set themselves.
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.
13Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
3Wherefore have we been reckoned as cattle? We have been defiled in your eyes!
14Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?
3My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where `is' thy God?'
3For 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.
5From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
18He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.
43Thou hast covered Thyself with anger, And dost pursue us; Thou hast slain -- Thou hast not pitied.
19See my enemies, for they have been many, And with violent hatred they have hated me.
3Because of the voice of an enemy, Because of the oppression of the wicked, For they cause sorrow to move against me, And in anger they hate me.
18and he saith, `Why `is' this -- my lord is pursuing after his servant? for what have I done, and what `is' in my hand evil?
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
2I say unto God, `Do not condemn me, Let me know why Thou dost strive `with' me.