Job 20:14
His food in his bowels is turned, The bitterness of asps `is' in his heart.
His food in his bowels is turned, The bitterness of asps `is' in his heart.
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15Wealth he hath swallowed, and doth vomit it. From his belly God driveth it out.
16Gall of asps he sucketh, Slay him doth the tongue of a viper.
17He looketh not on rivulets, Flowing of brooks of honey and butter.
18He is giving back `what' he laboured for, And doth not consume `it'; As a bulwark `is' his exchange, and he exults not.
11His bones have been full of his youth, And with him on the dust it lieth down.
12Though he doth sweeten evil in his mouth, Doth hide it under his tongue,
13Hath pity on it, and doth not forsake it, And keep it back in the midst of his palate,
20For he hath not known ease in his belly. With his desirable thing he delivereth not himself.
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.
13Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
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!
12Hungry is his sorrow, And calamity is ready at his side.
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.
18And he putteth on reviling as his robe, And it cometh in as water into his midst, And as oil into his bones.
13A sepulchre opened `is' their throat; with their tongues they used deceit; poison of asps `is' under their lips.
14Whose mouth is full of cursing and bitterness.
8Thy morsel thou hast eaten thou dost vomit up, And hast marred thy words that `are' sweet.
22Only -- his flesh for him is pained, And his soul for him doth mourn.'
33The poison of dragons `is' their wine And the fierce venom of asps.
34Is it not laid up with Me? Sealed among My treasures?
7Of oaths his mouth is full, And deceits, and fraud: Under his tongue `is' perverseness and iniquity,
22Their table before them is for a snare, And for a recompence -- for a trap.
32Its latter end -- as a serpent it biteth, And as a basilisk it stingeth.
22In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult.
20From the fruit of a man's mouth is his belly satisfied, `From the' increase of his lips he is satisfied.
25And this `one' dieth with a bitter soul, And have not eaten with gladness.
13He hath caused to enter into my reins The sons of His quiver.
16Lo, I pray thee, his power `is' in his loins, And his strength in the muscles of his belly.
19Remember my affliction and my mourning, Wormwood and gall!
3The words of his mouth `are' iniquity and deceit, He ceased to act prudently -- to do good.
20Forget him doth the womb, Sweeten `on' him doth the worm, No more is he remembered, And broken as a tree is wickedness.
15He hath filled me with bitter things, He hath filled me `with' wormwood.
16And He breaketh with gravel my teeth, He hath covered me with ashes.
7A satiated soul treadeth down a honeycomb, And `to' a hungry soul every bitter thing `is' sweet.
25The righteous is eating to the satiety of his soul, And the belly of the wicked lacketh!
27For he hath covered his face with his fat, And maketh vigour over `his' confidence.
20His own eyes see his destruction, And of the wrath of the Mighty he drinketh.
7My soul is refusing to touch! They `are' as my sickening food.
15and thou, with many sicknesses, with disease of thy bowels, till thy bowels come out, by the sickness, day by day.'
3They sharpened their tongue as a serpent, Poison of an adder `is' under their lips. Selah.
5He hath built up against me, And setteth round poverty and weariness.
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.