Job 29:6
When washing my goings with butter, And the firm rock `is' with me rivulets of oil.
When washing my goings with butter, And the firm rock `is' with me rivulets of oil.
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7When I go out to the gate by the city, In a broad place I prepare my seat.
2Who doth make me as `in' months past, As `in' the days of God's preserving me?
3In His causing His lamp to shine on my head, By His light I walk `through' darkness.
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,
24I have digged, and drunk strange waters, And I dry up with the sole of my steps All floods of a bulwark.
37Thou enlargest my step under me, And mine ankles have not slidden.
36Thou enlargest my step under me, And mine ankles have not slidden.
10For He hath known the way with me, He hath tried me -- as gold I go forth.
11On His step hath my foot laid hold, His way I have kept, and turn not aside,
2As nothing, have my steps slipped, For I have been envious of the boastful,
30If I have washed myself with snow-water, And purified with soap my hands,
31Then in corruption Thou dost dip me, And my garments have abominated me.
25I -- I have dug and drunk waters, And I dry up with the sole of my steps All floods of a bulwark.
37The number of my steps I tell Him, As a leader I approach Him.
7If my step doth turn aside from the way, And after mine eyes hath my heart gone, And to my hands cleaved hath blemish,
11For the ear heard, and declareth me happy, And the eye hath seen, and testifieth `to' me.
25If I rejoice because great `is' my wealth, And because abundance hath my hand found,
26If I see the light when it shineth, And the precious moon walking,
27And my heart is enticed in secret, And my hand doth kiss my mouth,
5To uphold my goings in Thy paths, My steps have not slidden.
9He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.
19Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
9And I do wash thee with water, And I wash away thy blood from off thee, And I anoint thee with perfume.
5The righteous doth beat me `in' kindness. And doth reprove me, Oil of the head my head disalloweth not, For still my prayer `is' about their vexations.
6Their judges have been released by the sides of a rock, And they have heard my sayings, For they have been pleasant.
19My root is open unto the waters, And dew doth lodge on my branch.
11He doth put in the stocks my feet, He doth watch all my paths.'
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;
20I have found David My servant, With My holy oil I have anointed him.
15Eyes I have been to the blind, And feet to the lame `am' I.
2And He doth cause me to come up From a pit of desolation -- from mire of mud, And He raiseth up on a rock my feet, He is establishing my steps.
11And I, in mine integrity I walk, Redeem me, and favour me.
31He causeth to boil as a pot the deep, The sea he maketh as a pot of ointment.
24So as to set on the dust a defence, And on a rock of the valleys a covering.
13Is not my help with me, And substance driven from me?
10Dost Thou not as milk pour me out? And as cheese curdle me?
34Making my feet like hinds, And on my high places causeth me to stand,
14Then do I cause their waters to sink, And their rivers as oil I cause to go, An affirmation of the Lord Jehovah.
1By David. Judge me, O Jehovah, for I in mine integrity have walked, And in Jehovah I have trusted, I slide not.
12On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.
16When I said, `Lest they rejoice over me, In the slipping of my foot against me they magnified themselves.
3When my spirit hath been feeble in me, Then Thou hast known my path; In the way `in' which I walk, They have hid a snare for me.
25Water he asked -- milk she gave; In a lordly dish she brought near butter.
9Against the flint he sent forth his hand, He overturned from the root mountains.
33Making my feet like hinds, And on my high places causeth me to stand.
3I have put off my coat, how do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them?
24For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.
18If I have said, `My foot hath slipped,' Thy kindness, O Jehovah, supporteth me.
21Sweeter than honey hath been his mouth, And his heart `is' war! Softer have been his words than oil, And they `are' drawn `swords'.