Job 24:12
Because of enmity men do groan, And the soul of pierced ones doth cry, And God doth not give praise.
Because of enmity men do groan, And the soul of pierced ones doth cry, And God doth not give praise.
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11 Between their walls they make oil, Wine-presses they have trodden, and thirst.
10 It was broken down -- a city of emptiness, Shut hath been every house from entrance.
11 A cry over the wine `is' in out-places, Darkened hath been all joy, Removed hath been the joy of the land.
12 Left in the city `is' desolation, And `with' wasting is the gate smitten.
13 They have been among rebellious ones of light, They have not discerned His ways, Nor abode in His paths.
11 Consumed by tears have been my eyes, Troubled have been my bowels, Poured out to the earth hath been my liver, For the breach of the daughter of my people; In infant and suckling being feeble, In the broad places of the city,
12 To their mothers they say, `Where `are' corn and wine?' In their becoming feeble as a pierced one In the broad places of the city, In their soul pouring itself out into the bosom of their mothers.
24 Surely not against the heap Doth He send forth the hand, Though in its ruin they have safety.
25 Did not I weep for him whose day is hard? Grieved hath my soul for the needy.
10 By day and by night they go round it, on its walls. Both iniquity and perverseness `are' in its midst,
11 Mischiefs `are' in its midst. Fraud and deceit depart not from its street.
22 Only -- his flesh for him is pained, And his soul for him doth mourn.'
9 Because of the multitude of oppressions They cause to cry out, They cry because of the arm of the mighty.
12 There they cry, and He doth not answer, Because of the pride of evil doers.
11 For a stone from the wall doth cry out, And a holdfast from the wood answereth it.
12 Wo `to' him who is building a city by blood, And establishing a city by iniquity.
18 If I have gone forth to the field, Then, lo, the pierced of the sword! And if I have entered the city, Then, lo, the diseased of famine! For both prophet and priest have gone up and down Unto a land that they knew not.
19 Hast Thou utterly rejected Judah? Zion hath Thy soul loathed? Wherefore hast Thou smitten us, And there is no healing to us? Looking for peace, and there is no good, And for a time of healing, and lo, terror.
1 The burden of the Valley of Vision. What -- to thee, now, that thou hast gone up, All of thee -- to the roofs?
2 Full of stirs -- a noisy city -- an exulting city, Thy pierced are not pierced of the sword, Nor dead in battle.
11 He hath made it become a desolation, The desolation hath mourned unto Me, Desolated hath been all the land, But there is no one laying it to heart.
11 If `from' delivering those taken to death, And those slipping to the slaughter -- thou keepest back.
12 And the cities of Judah, and inhabitants of Jerusalem have gone, And they have cried unto the gods, To whom they are making perfume, And they give no deliverance at all to them, In the time of their vexation.
21 Lain on the earth `in' out-places have young and old, My virgins and my young men have fallen by the sword, Thou hast slain in a day of Thine anger, Thou hast slaughtered -- Thou hast not pitied.
25 They feel darkness, and not light, He causeth them to wander as a drunkard.
20 Thy sons have been wrapt up, they have lain down, At the head of all out places, as a wild ox `in' a net, They are full of the fury of Jehovah, The rebuke of Thy God.
2 Mourned hath Judah, and her gates have languished, They have mourned to the earth, And the cry of Jerusalem hath gone up.
39 What -- sigh habitually doth a living man, A man for his sin?
7 Lo, I cry out -- violence, and am not answered, I cry aloud, and there is no judgment.
14 And have not cried unto Me with their heart, but howl on their beds, For corn and new wine they assemble themselves, They turn aside against Me.
12 For He who is seeking for blood Them hath remembered, He hath not forgotten the cry of the afflicted.
1 Wo `to' the city of blood, She is all with lies -- burglary -- full, Prey doth not depart.
12 And it hath come to pass, at that time, I search Jerusalem with lights, And I have laid a charge on the men Who are hardened on their preserved things, Who are saying in their heart: Jehovah doth no good, nor doth He evil.
7 Lo, `Their Ariel,' they have cried without, Messengers of peace do weep bitterly.
12 `Is it' nothing to you, all ye passing by the way? Look attentively, and see, If there is any pain like my pain, That He is rolling to me? Whom Jehovah hath afflicted In the day of the fierceness of His anger.
17 Fools, by means of their transgression, And by their iniquities, afflict themselves.
4 Mourned, faded hath the land, Languished, faded hath the world, Languished have they -- the high place of the people of the land.
22 A cry is heard from their houses, For Thou bringest against them suddenly a troop, For they dug a pit to capture me, And snares they have hidden for my feet.
9 The appearance of their faces witnessed against them, And their sin, as Sodom, they declared, They have not hidden! Wo to their soul, For they have done to themselves evil.
6 Therefore, thus said the Lord Jehovah: Wo `to' the city of blood, A pot whose scum `is' in it, And its scum hath not come out of it, By piece of it, by piece of it bring it out, Not fallen on it hath a lot.
16 He hath dug in the darkness -- houses; By day they shut themselves up, They have not known light.
4 Then do they cry unto Jehovah, And He doth not answer them, And hideth His face from them at that time, As they have made evil their doings.
9 For mortal `are' her wounds, For it hath come unto Judah, It hath come to a gate of My people -- to Jerusalem.
7 Mourned hath the new wine, languished the vine, Sighed have all the joyful of heart.
16 Then hath that man been as the cities, That Jehovah overthrew, and repented not, And he hath heard a cry at morning, And a shout at time of noon.
19 I called for my lovers, they -- they have deceived me, My priests and my elders in the city have expired; When they have sought food for themselves, Then they give back their soul.
20 See, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, My bowels have been troubled, Turned hath been my heart in my midst, For I have greatly provoked, From without bereaved hath the sword, In the house `it is' as death.
29 From the voice of the horseman, And of him shooting with the bow, all the city is fleeing, They have come into thickets, And on cliffs they have gone up, All the city is forsaken, And there is no one dwelling in them.
12 For breasts they are lamenting, For fields of desire, for the fruitful vine.
31 For a voice as of a sick woman I have heard, Distress, as of one bringing forth a first-born, The voice of the daughter of Zion, She bewaileth herself, she spreadeth out her hands, `Wo to me now, for weary is my soul of slayers!'