Job 31:22
My shoulder from its blade let fall, And mine arm from the bone be broken.
My shoulder from its blade let fall, And mine arm from the bone be broken.
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21 If I have waved at the fatherless my hand, When I see in `him' the gate of my court,
23 For a dread unto me `is' calamity `from' God, And because of His excellency I am not able.
4 He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
9 That God would please -- and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!
10 And 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.
13 Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me doth what?
14 Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?
15 And withheld from the wicked is their light, And the arm lifted up is broken.
12 At ease I have been, and he breaketh me, And he hath laid hold on my neck, And he breaketh me in pieces, And he raiseth me to him for a mark.
10 Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
9 Widows thou hast sent away empty, And the arms of the fatherless are bruised.
29 when ye have taken also this from my presence, and mischief hath met him, then ye have brought down my grey hairs with evil to sheol.
35 Teaching my hands for battle, And brought down was a bow of brass by mine arms,
34 He doth turn aside from off me his rod, And His terror doth not make me afraid,
21 Thy hand put far off from me, And Thy terror let not terrify me.
6 He doth weigh me in righteous balances, And God doth know my integrity.
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,
8 Let me sow -- and another eat, And my products let be rooted out.
21 The arm of Pharaoh, king of Egypt, I have broken, And lo, it hath not been bound up to give healing, To put a bandage to bind it, To strengthen it -- to lay hold on the sword.
22 Therefore, thus said the Lord Jehovah: Lo, I `am' against Pharaoh, king of Egypt, And I have broken his arms, The strong one and the broken one, And have caused the sword to fall out of his hand,
31 `Lo, days `are' coming, and I have cut off thine arm, and the arm of the house of thy father, that an old man is not in thy house;
15 Break the arm of the wicked and the evil, Seek out his wickedness, find none;
10 For 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.
5 From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
14 As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.
15 Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
20 To my skin and to my flesh Cleaved hath my bone, And I deliver myself with the skin of my teeth.
21 Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath stricken against me.
11 My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
34 Teaching my hands for battle, And a bow of brass was brought down by my arms.
13 Is not my help with me, And substance driven from me?
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 If I withhold from pleasure the poor, And the eyes of the widow do consume,
17 For the arms of the wicked are shivered, And Jehovah is sustaining the righteous.
12 `Jehovah doth judge between me and thee, and Jehovah hath avenged me of thee, and my hand is not on thee;
2 Also -- the power of their hands, why `is it' to me? On them hath old age perished.
17 I count all my bones -- they look expectingly, They look upon me,
36 If not -- on my shoulder I take it up, I bind it a crown on myself.
17 At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.
21 His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen!
11 My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
8 Thou causest me to hear joy and gladness, Thou makest joyful bones Thou hast bruised.
13 From 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.
14 Bound 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.
7 As one tilling and ripping up in the land, Have our bones been scattered at the command of Saul.
7 In their taking hold of thee by thy hand, -- thou art crushed, And hast rent to them all the shoulder, And in their leaning on thee thou art broken, And hast caused all their thighs to stand.
17 And I break the jaw-teeth of the perverse, And from his teeth I cast away prey.
14 He breaketh me -- breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one.
3 O Jehovah, my God, if I have done this, If there is iniquity in my hands,