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