Job 19:24
With a pen of iron and lead -- For ever in a rock they may be hewn.
With a pen of iron and lead -- For ever in a rock they may be hewn.
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23Who doth grant now, That my words may be written? Who doth grant that in a book they may be graven?
8No, go in, write it on a tablet with them, And on a book engrave it, And it is for a latter day, for a witness unto the age,
1The sin of Judah is written with a pen of iron, With the point of a diamond, Graven on the tablet of their heart, And on the horns of your altars,
2Iron from the dust is taken, And `from' the firm stone brass.
25That -- I have known my Redeemer, The Living and the Last, For the dust he doth rise.
17Sealed up in a bag `is' my transgression, And Thou sewest up mine iniquity.
18And yet, a falling mountain wasteth away, And a rock is removed from its place.
19Stones have waters worn away, Their outpourings wash away the dust of earth, And the hope of man Thou hast destroyed.
9Against the flint he sent forth his hand, He overturned from the root mountains.
10Among rocks, brooks he hath cleaved, And every precious thing hath his eye seen.
2O that my provocation were thoroughly weighed, And my calamity in balances They would lift up together!
3For now, than the sands of the sea it is heavier, Therefore my words have been rash.
23The flakes of his flesh have adhered -- Firm upon him -- it is not moved.
24His heart `is' firm as a stone, Yea, firm as the lower piece.
3Over my back have ploughers ploughed, They have made long their furrows.
26For Thou writest against me bitter things, And causest me to possess iniquities of my youth:
27And puttest in the stocks my feet, And observest all my paths, On the roots of my feet Thou settest a print,
8He is turning the rock to a pool of waters, The flint to a fountain of waters!
6In a frightful place of valleys to dwell, Holes of earth and clefts.
13O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
9He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.
14It turneth itself as clay of a seal And they station themselves as clothed.
18His bones `are' tubes of brass, His bones `are' as a bar of iron.
34Is it not laid up with Me? Sealed among My treasures?
8They are sustained for ever to the age. They are made in truth and uprightness.
53They have cut off in a pit my life, And they cast a stone against me.
18They have afflicted with fetters his feet, Iron hath entered his soul,
4(He is tearing himself in his anger.) For thy sake is earth forsaken? And removed is a rock from its place?
11He doth put in the stocks my feet, He doth watch all my paths.'
28They are blotted out of the book of life, And with the righteous are not written.
11the work of an engraver in stone, openings of a signet, thou dost open the two stones by the names of the sons of Israel; turned round, embroidered `with' gold, thou dost make them.
6To the cuttings of mountains I have come down, The earth, her bars `are' behind me to the age. And Thou bringest up from the pit my life, O Jehovah my God.
30As a stone waters are hidden, And the face of the deep is captured.
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.
2Till when do ye afflict my soul, And bruise me with words?
8And if prisoners in fetters They are captured with cords of affliction,
24I have digged, and drunk strange waters, And I dry up with the sole of my steps All floods of a bulwark.
8To bind their kings with chains, And their honoured ones with fetters of iron,
18And He giveth unto Moses, when He finisheth speaking with him in mount Sinai, two tables of the testimony, tables of stone, written by the finger of God.
5He hath founded earth on its bases, It is not moved to the age and for ever.
6When washing my goings with butter, And the firm rock `is' with me rivulets of oil.
16and the tables are the work of God, and the writing is the writing of God, graven on the tables.
16Mine unformed substance Thine eyes saw, And on Thy book all of them are written, The days they were formed -- And not one among them.
10And I measure over it My statute, And place bar and doors,
9That God would please -- and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!
21For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
16Lo, on the palms of the hand I have graven thee, Thy walls `are' before Me continually.
16Who have been cut down unexpectedly, A flood is poured out on their foundation.
19Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
20Remember well, and bow down doth my soul in me.