Job 30:21
Thou art turned to be fierce to me, With the strength of Thy hand, Thou oppresest me.
Thou art turned to be fierce to me, With the strength of Thy hand, Thou oppresest me.
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19Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
20I cry unto Thee, And Thou dost not answer me, I have stood, and Thou dost consider me.
22Thou dost lift me up, On the wind Thou dost cause me to ride, And Thou meltest -- Thou levellest me.
10Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
3Surely against me He turneth back, He turneth His hand all the day.
4He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
5He hath built up against me, And setteth round poverty and weariness.
16And it riseth -- as a lion Thou huntest me. And Thou turnest back -- Thou shewest Thyself wonderful in me.
17Thou renewest Thy witnesses against me, And dost multiply Thine anger with me, Changes and warfare `are' with me.
2For thou `art' the God of my strength. Why hast Thou cast me off? Why mourning do I go up and down, In the oppression of an enemy?
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
7Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
8And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
10From Thine indignation and Thy wrath, For Thou hast lifted me up, And dost cast me down.
21Thy hand put far off from me, And Thy terror let not terrify me.
3These ten times ye put me to shame, ye blush not. Ye make yourselves strange to me --
2For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.
11Because His cord He loosed and afflicteth me, And the bridle from before me, They have cast away.
12On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.
13They have broken down my path, By my calamity they profit, `He hath no helper.'
24Why dost Thou hide Thy face? And reckonest me for an enemy to Thee?
5Behind and before Thou hast besieged me, And Thou dost place on me Thy hand.
11God shutteth me up unto the perverse, And to the hands of the wicked turneth me over.
39And Thou girdest me `with' strength for battle, Causest my withstanders to bow under me.
17And the judgment of the wicked thou hast fulfilled, Judgment and justice are upheld -- because of fury,
7For Thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is no deliverer from Thy hand.
8Thy hands have taken pains about me, And they make me together round about, And Thou swallowest me up!
43Thou hast covered Thyself with anger, And dost pursue us; Thou hast slain -- Thou hast not pitied.
26For Thou writest against me bitter things, And causest me to possess iniquities of my youth:
7Upon me hath Thy fury lain, And `with' all Thy breakers Thou hast afflicted. Selah.
21Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath stricken against me.
22Why do you pursue me as God? And with my flesh are not satisfied?
5If, truly, over me ye magnify yourselves, And decide against me my reproach;
6Know now, that God turned me upside down, And His net against me hath set round,
40And Thou girdest me `with' strength for battle, Thou causest my withstanders to bow under me.
41And mine enemies -- Thou givest to me the neck, Those hating me -- and I cut them off.
16Over me hath Thy wrath passed, Thy terrors have cut me off,
4O my God, cause me to escape From the hand of the wicked, From the hand of the perverse and violent.
13Thou hast sorely thrust me to fall, And Jehovah hath helped me.
8Dost thou also make void My judgment? Dost thou condemn Me, That thou mayest be righteous?
11And He kindleth against me His anger, And reckoneth me to Him as His adversaries.
16Turn Thou unto me, and favour me, For lonely and afflicted `am' I.
10And Thou, Jehovah, favour me, And cause me to rise, And I give recompence to them.
13From above He hath sent fire into my bone, And it subdueth it, He hath spread a net for my feet, He hath turned me backward, He hath made me desolate -- all the day sick.
14Bound hath been the yoke of my transgressions by His hand, They are wrapped together, They have gone up on my neck, He hath caused my power to stumble, The Lord hath given me into hands, I am not able to rise.
23And I `am' continually with Thee, Thou hast laid hold on my right hand.
5But now, it cometh in unto thee, And thou art weary; It striketh unto thee, and thou art troubled.
9Because of the multitude of oppressions They cause to cry out, They cry because of the arm of the mighty.
9He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.
22For hast Thou utterly rejected us? Thou hast been wroth against us -- exceedingly?