Job 27:3
For all the while my breath `is' in me, And the spirit of God in my nostrils.
For all the while my breath `is' in me, And the spirit of God in my nostrils.
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3Of the uprightness of my heart `are' my sayings, And knowledge have my lips clearly spoken.
4The Spirit of God hath made me, And the breath of the Mighty doth quicken me.
1My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
1And Job addeth to lift up his simile, and saith: --
2God liveth! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty -- He made my soul bitter.
18He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.
16Lord, by these do `men' live, And by all in them `is' the life of my spirit, And Thou savest me, make me also to live,
4My lips do not speak perverseness, And my tongue doth not utter deceit.
5Pollution to me -- if I justify you, Till I expire I turn not aside mine integrity from me.
6On my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it go, My heart doth not reproach me while I live.
10In whose hand `is' the breath of every living thing, And the spirit of all flesh of man.'
19Who `is' he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
4I -- to man `is' my complaint? and if `so', wherefore May not my temper become short?
14Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?
15Lo, He doth slay me -- I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue.
25That -- I have known my Redeemer, The Living and the Last, For the dust he doth rise.
26And after my skin hath compassed this `body', Then from my flesh I see God:
27Whom I -- I see on my side, And mine eyes have beheld, and not a stranger, Consumed have been my reins in my bosom.
11Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.
7Remember Thou that my life `is' a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.
14If He doth set on him His heart, His spirit and his breath unto Him He gathereth.
13For thou turnest against God thy spirit? And hast brought out words from thy mouth:
19How long dost Thou not look from me? Thou dost not desist till I swallow my spittle.
8Surely a spirit is in man, And the breath of the Mighty One Doth cause them to understand.
1My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
12Life and kindness Thou hast done with me. And Thy inspection hath preserved my spirit.
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
15And my soul chooseth strangling, Death rather than my bones.
16I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days `are' vanity.
22Cease for you from man, Whose breath `is' in his nostrils, For -- in what is he esteemed?
15And a spirit before my face doth pass, Stand up doth the hair of my flesh;
7There the upright doth reason with Him, And I escape for ever from my judge.
14If a man dieth -- doth he revive? All days of my warfare I wait, till my change come.
3Also -- on this Thou hast opened Thine eyes, And dost bring me into judgment with Thee.
10And yet it is my comfort, (And I exult in pain -- He doth not spare,) That I have not hidden The sayings of the Holy One.
11What `is' my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?
10For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
4As I have been in days of my maturity, And the counsel of God upon my tent.
5When yet the Mighty One `is' with me. Round about me -- my young ones,
17And how is the servant of this my lord able to speak with this my lord? as for me, henceforth there remaineth in me no power, yea, breath hath not been left in me.
20The breath of our nostrils -- the anointed of Jehovah, Hath been captured in their pits, of whom we said: `In his shadow we do live among nations.'
2I praise Jehovah during my life, I sing praise to my God while I exist.
4For arrows of the Mighty `are' with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves `for' me!
7And the dust returneth to the earth as it was, And the spirit returneth to God who gave it.
9From the breath of God they perish, And from the spirit of His anger consumed.
3Yet I for the Mighty One do speak, And to argue for God I delight.
2The Spirit of Jehovah hath spoken by me, And His word `is' on my tongue.
17My spirit is strange to my wife, And my favours to the sons of my `mother's' womb.
21His breath setteth coals on fire, And a flame from his mouth goeth forth.