Job 21:24
His breasts have been full of milk, And marrow his bones doth moisten.
His breasts have been full of milk, And marrow his bones doth moisten.
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23 This `one' dieth in his perfect strength, Wholly at ease and quiet.
25 And this `one' dieth with a bitter soul, And have not eaten with gladness.
19 And he hath been reproved With pain on his bed, And the strife of his bones `is' enduring.
20 And his life hath nauseated bread, And his soul desirable food.
21 His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen!
8 Healing it is to thy navel, And moistening to thy bones.
11 His bones have been full of his youth, And with him on the dust it lieth down.
11 So that ye suck, and have been satisfied, From the breast of her consolations, So that ye wring out, and have delighted yourselves From the abundance of her honour.
22 In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult.
23 The flakes of his flesh have adhered -- Firm upon him -- it is not moved.
25 Fresher `is' his flesh than a child's, He returneth to the days of his youth.
18 His bones `are' tubes of brass, His bones `are' as a bar of iron.
24 Sayings of pleasantness `are' a honeycomb, Sweet to the soul, and healing to the bone.
12 Wherefore have knees been before me? And what `are' breasts, that I suck?
5 Thy two breasts `are' as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies.
22 Only -- his flesh for him is pained, And his soul for him doth mourn.'
3 Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
14 Butter of the herd, and milk of the flock, With fat of lambs, and rams, sons of Bashan, And he-goats, with fat of kidneys of wheat; And of the blood of the grape thou dost drink wine!
4 Cleaved hath the tongue of a suckling unto his palate with thirst, Infants asked bread, a dealer out they have none.
20 He is keeping all his bones, One of them hath not been broken.
5 The satiated for bread hired themselves, And the hungry have ceased. While the barren hath borne seven, And she abounding with sons hath languished.
10 Dost Thou not as milk pour me out? And as cheese curdle me?
11 Skin and flesh Thou dost put on me, And with bones and sinews dost fence me.
21 And it hath come to pass, in that day, A man keepeth alive a heifer of the herd, And two of the flock,
22 And 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.
12 His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fulness.
4 To gather its pieces unto it, every good piece, Thigh and shoulder, the choice of the bones to fill in.
16 Lo, I pray thee, his power `is' in his loins, And his strength in the muscles of his belly.
10 His bullock hath eaten corn, and doth not loath. His cow bringeth forth safely, And doth not miscarry.
4 He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
13 It consumeth the parts of his skin, Consume his parts doth death's first-born.
12 Red `are' eyes with wine, And white `are' teeth with milk!
22 For life they `are' to those finding them, And to all their flesh healing.
25 For I have satiated the weary soul, And every grieved soul I have filled.'
5 As `with' milk and fatness is my soul satisfied, And `with' singing lips doth my mouth praise.
14 His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires,
20 If his loins have not blessed me, And from the fleece of my sheep He doth not warm himself,
33 Sweet to him have been the clods of the valley, And after him every man he draweth, And before him there is no numbering.
14 As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.
14 From men, Thy hand, O Jehovah, From men of the world, their portion `is' in life, And `with' Thy hidden things Thou fillest their belly, They are satisfied `with' sons; And have left their abundance to their sucklings.
25 Water he asked -- milk she gave; In a lordly dish she brought near butter.
27 For he hath covered his face with his fat, And maketh vigour over `his' confidence.
19 Lo, my breast `is' as wine not opened, Like new bottles it is broken up.
20 From the fruit of a man's mouth is his belly satisfied, `From the' increase of his lips he is satisfied.
27 And a sufficiency of goats' milk `is' for thy bread, For bread to thy house, and life to thy damsels!
9 By whom doth He teach knowledge? And by whom doth He cause to understand the report? The weaned from milk, the removed from breasts,
16 Sheol, and a restrained womb, Earth -- it `is' not satisfied `with' water, And fire -- it hath not said, `Sufficiency,'
5 From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
14 His food in his bowels is turned, The bitterness of asps `is' in his heart.
13 Eat my son, honey that `is' good, And the honeycomb -- sweet to thy palate.