Job 35:9
Because of the multitude of oppressions They cause to cry out, They cry because of the arm of the mighty.
Because of the multitude of oppressions They cause to cry out, They cry because of the arm of the mighty.
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12There they cry, and He doth not answer, Because of the pride of evil doers.
28To cause to come in unto Him The cry of the poor, And the cry of the afflicted He heareth.
2Attend to me, and answer me, I mourn in my meditation, and make a noise,
3Because of the voice of an enemy, Because of the oppression of the wicked, For they cause sorrow to move against me, And in anger they hate me.
7Lo, I cry out -- violence, and am not answered, I cry aloud, and there is no judgment.
39And they are diminished, and bow down, By restraint, evil, and sorrow.
15He draweth out the afflicted in his affliction, And uncovereth in oppression their ear.
10And none said, `Where `is' God my maker? Giving songs in the night,
5Because of the spoiling of the poor, Because of the groaning of the needy, Now do I arise, saith Jehovah, I set in safety `him who' doth breathe for it.
8They do corruptly, And they speak in the wickedness of oppression, From on high they speak.
29The people of the land have used oppression, And have taken plunder violently away, And humble and needy have oppressed, And the sojourner oppressed -- without judgment.
12For He who is seeking for blood Them hath remembered, He hath not forgotten the cry of the afflicted.
17They cried, and Jehovah heard, And from all their distresses delivered them.
9His cry doth God hear, When distress cometh on him?
15And -- in my halting they have rejoiced, And have been gathered together, Gathered against me were the smiters, And I have not known, They have rent, and they have not ceased;
18To judge the fatherless and bruised: He addeth no more to oppress -- man of the earth!
9And Jehovah is a tower for the bruised, A tower for times of adversity.
2To turn aside from judgment the poor, And to take violently away the judgment Of the afflicted of My people, That widows may be their prey, That the fatherless they may spoil.
12For I have known -- many `are' your transgressions, And mighty your sins, Adversaries of the righteous, taking ransoms, And the needy in the gate ye turned aside.
1And I have turned, and I see all the oppressions that are done under the sun, and lo, the tear of the oppressed, and they have no comforter; and at the hand of their oppressors `is' power, and they have no comforter.
24Why Thy face hidest Thou? Thou forgettest our afflictions and our oppression,
12On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.
41They cry, and there is no saviour, On Jehovah, and He doth not answer them.
9Widows thou hast sent away empty, And the arms of the fatherless are bruised.
3Is it good for Thee that Thou dost oppress? That Thou despisest the labour of Thy hands, And on the counsel of the wicked hast shone?
28They have been fat, they have shone, Yea, they have overpassed the acts of the evil, Judgment they have not judged, The judgment of the fatherless -- and they prosper, And the judgment of the needy they have not judged.
12Because of enmity men do groan, And the soul of pierced ones doth cry, And God doth not give praise.
8For a man like thyself `is' thy wickedness, And for a son of man thy righteousness.
15And withheld from the wicked is their light, And the arm lifted up is broken.
23if thou dost really afflict him, surely if he at all cry unto Me, I certainly hear his cry;
21Thou art turned to be fierce to me, With the strength of Thy hand, Thou oppresest me.
21They have heard that I have sighed, There is no comforter for me, All my enemies have heard of my calamity, They have rejoiced that Thou hast done `it', Thou hast brought in the day Thou hast called, And they are like to me.
22Come in doth all their evil before Thee, And one is doing to them as Thou hast done to me, For all my transgressions, For many `are' my sighs, and my heart `is' sick!
24Judge me according to Thy righteousness, O Jehovah my God, And they do not rejoice over me.
8If oppression of the poor, and violent taking away of judgment and righteousness thou seest in a province, do not marvel at the matter, for a higher than the high is observing, and high ones `are' over them.
18Together prisoners have been at ease, They have not heard the voice of an exactor,
4Hear this, ye who are swallowing up the needy, To cause to cease the poor of the land,
4They turn aside the needy from the way, Together have hid the poor of the earth.
13Whoso is shutting his ear from the cry of the poor, He also doth cry, and is not answered.
9Who is brightening up the spoiled against the strong, And the spoiled against a fortress cometh.
25Did not I weep for him whose day is hard? Grieved hath my soul for the needy.
30And it howleth against it in that day as the howling of a sea, And it hath looked attentively to the land, And lo, darkness -- distress, And light hath been darkened by its abundance!
5And the people hath exacted -- man upon man, Even a man on his neighbour, Enlarge themselves do the youths against the aged, And the lightly esteemed against the honoured.
2Till when, O Jehovah, have I cried, And Thou dost not hear? I cry unto Thee -- `Violence,' and Thou dost not save.
3Why dost Thou shew me iniquity, And perversity dost cause to behold? And spoiling and violence `are' before me, And there is strife, and contention doth lift `itself' up,
8And if prisoners in fetters They are captured with cords of affliction,
10All my bones say, `Jehovah, who is like Thee, Delivering the poor from the stronger than he, And the poor and needy from his plunderer.'
6Attend Thou unto my loud cry, For I have become very low, Deliver Thou me from my pursuers, For they have been stronger than I.
4Let the weak and needy escape, From the hand of the wicked deliver them.
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?