Job 20:17
He looketh not on rivulets, Flowing of brooks of honey and butter.
He looketh not on rivulets, Flowing of brooks of honey and butter.
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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,
14His food in his bowels is turned, The bitterness of asps `is' in his heart.
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.
18He is giving back `what' he laboured for, And doth not consume `it'; As a bulwark `is' his exchange, and he exults not.
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.
18Light he `is' on the face of the waters, Vilified is their portion in the earth, He turneth not the way of vineyards.
28And he inhabiteth cities cut off, houses not dwelt in, That have been ready to become heaps.
29He is not rich, nor doth his wealth rise, Nor doth he stretch out on earth their continuance.
30He turneth not aside from darkness, His tender branch doth a flame dry up, And he turneth aside at the breath of His mouth!
22Cover him do shades, `with' their shadow, Cover him do willows of the brook.
23Lo, a flood oppresseth -- he doth not haste, He is confident though Jordan Doth come forth unto his mouth.
24Before his eyes doth `one' take him, With snares doth `one' pierce the nose?
6And he hath been as a naked thing in a desert, And doth not see when good cometh, And hath inhabited parched places in a wilderness, A salt land, and not inhabited.
20His own eyes see his destruction, And of the wrath of the Mighty he drinketh.
22And it hath come to pass, From the abundance of the yielding of milk he eateth butter, For butter and honey doth every one eat Who is left in the heart of the land.
8As a dream he fleeth, and they find him not, And he is driven away as a vision of the night,
9The eye hath not seen him, and addeth not. And not again doth his place behold him.
20Forget him doth the womb, Sweeten `on' him doth the worm, No more is he remembered, And broken as a tree is wickedness.
13He maketh him ride on high places of earth, And he eateth increase of the fields, And He maketh him suck honey from a rock, And oil out of the flint of a rock;
15Butter and honey he doth eat, When he knoweth to refuse evil, and to fix on good.
13Eat my son, honey that `is' good, And the honeycomb -- sweet to thy palate.
19Doth He value thy riches? He hath gold, and all the forces of power.
16Honey thou hast found -- eat thy sufficiency, Lest thou be satiated `with' it, and hast vomited it.
10He turneth not again to his house, Nor doth his place discern him again.
16From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above cut off is his crop.
17His memorial hath perished from the land, And he hath no name on the street.
18They thrust him from light unto darkness, And from the habitable earth cast him out.
19He hath no continuator, Nor successor among his people, And none is remaining in his dwellings.
20Overtake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind.
17Though the fig-tree doth not flourish, And there is no produce among vines, Failed hath the work of the olive, And fields have not yielded food, Cut off from the fold hath been the flock, And there is no herd in the stalls.
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!
12For in the place whither they have removed him he dieth, And this land he doth not see again.
24Surely not against the heap Doth He send forth the hand, Though in its ruin they have safety.
12Hungry is his sorrow, And calamity is ready at his side.
16He high places doth inhabit, Strongholds of rock `are' his high tower, His bread hath been given, his waters stedfast.
17A king in his beauty, see do thine eyes, They see a land afar off.
7From a brook in the way he drinketh, Therefore he doth lift up the head!
7A satiated soul treadeth down a honeycomb, And `to' a hungry soul every bitter thing `is' sweet.
33Sweet to him have been the clods of the valley, And after him every man he draweth, And before him there is no numbering.
24His breasts have been full of milk, And marrow his bones doth moisten.
25And this `one' dieth with a bitter soul, And have not eaten with gladness.
21Sweeter than honey hath been his mouth, And his heart `is' war! Softer have been his words than oil, And they `are' drawn `swords'.
17Whoso `is' loving mirth `is' a poor man, Whoso is loving wine and oil maketh no wealth.