Job 39:16
Her young ones it hath hardened without her, In vain `is' her labour without fear.
Her young ones it hath hardened without her, In vain `is' her labour without fear.
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14For she leaveth on the earth her eggs, And on the dust she doth warm them,
15And she forgetteth that a foot may press it, And a beast of the field tread it down.
17For God hath caused her to forget wisdom, And He hath not given a portion To her in understanding:
18At the time on high she lifteth herself up, She laugheth at the horse and at his rider.
56`The tender woman in thee, and the delicate, who hath not tried the sole of her foot to place on the ground because of delicateness and because of tenderness -- her eye is evil against the husband of her bosom, and against her son, and against her daughter,
57and against her seed which cometh out from between her feet, even against her sons whom she doth bear, for she doth eat them for the lacking of all things in secret, in the siege and in the straitness with which thine enemy doth straiten thee within thy gates.
28A rock he doth inhabit, Yea, he lodgeth on the tooth of a rock, and fortress.
29From thence he hath sought food, To a far off place his eyes look attentively,
30And his brood gulph up blood, And where the pierced `are' -- there `is' he!
3Even dragons have drawn out the breast, They have suckled their young ones, The daughter of my people is become cruel, Like the ostriches in a wilderness.
4Cleaved hath the tongue of a suckling unto his palate with thirst, Infants asked bread, a dealer out they have none.
1Hast thou known the time of The bearing of the wild goats of the rock? The bringing forth of hinds thou dost mark!
2Thou dost number the months they fulfil? And thou hast known the time of their bringing forth!
3They bow down, Their young ones they bring forth safely, Their pangs they cast forth.
4Safe are their young ones, They grow up in the field, they have gone out, And have not returned to them.
3Lest I strip her naked. And have set her up as `in' the day of her birth, And have made her as a wilderness, And have set her as a dry land, And have put her to death with thirst.
4And her sons I do not pity, For sons of whoredoms `are' they,
2and thou hast said: What `is' thy mother? -- a lioness, Among lions she hath crouched down, In the midst of young lions she hath multiplied her whelps.
3And she bringeth up one of her whelps, A young lion it hath been, And it learneth to tear prey, man it hath devoured.
18There is not a leader to her Out of all the sons she hath borne, And there is none laying hold on her hand Out of all the sons she hath nourished.
19These two are meeting thee, who is moved for thee? Spoiling and destruction -- Famine and sword, who -- I comfort thee?
15Forget doth a woman her suckling, The loved one -- the son of her womb? Yea, these forget -- but I -- I forget not thee.
10She is empty, yea, emptiness and waste, And the heart hath melted, And the knees have smitten together, And great pain `is' in all loins, And the faces of all of them have gathered paleness.
11Where `is' the habitation of lionesses? And a feeding-place it `is' for young lions Where walked hath a lion, an old lion, A lion's whelp, and there is none troubling.
9Languished hath the bearer of seven, She hath breathed out her spirit, Gone in hath her sun while yet day, It hath been ashamed and confounded, And their residue to the sword I give up before their enemies, An affirmation of Jehovah.
12For though they nourish their sons, I have made them childless -- without man, Surely also, wo to them, when I turn aside from them.
5And she seeth, that stayed -- perished hath her hope, And she taketh one of her whelps, A young lion she hath made it.
13Pangs of a travailing woman come to him, He `is' a son not wise, For he remaineth not the time for the breaking forth of sons.
18(But from my youth He grew up with me as `with' a father, And from the belly of my mother I am led.)
5For even the hind in the field hath brought forth -- to forsake `it!' For there hath been no grass.
16Sheol, and a restrained womb, Earth -- it `is' not satisfied `with' water, And fire -- it hath not said, `Sufficiency,'
17An eye that mocketh at a father, And despiseth to obey a mother, Dig it out do ravens of the valley, And eat it do young eagles.
10His bullock hath eaten corn, and doth not loath. His cow bringeth forth safely, And doth not miscarry.
21Treating evil the barren `who' beareth not, And `to' the widow he doth no good,
14Give to them, Jehovah -- what dost Thou give? Give to them miscarrying womb, and dry breasts.
6The path of life -- lest thou ponder, Moved have her paths -- thou knowest not.
11Noisy she `is', and stubborn, In her house her feet rest not.
20and she riseth in the middle of the night, and taketh my son from beside me -- and thy handmaid is asleep -- and layeth it in her bosom, and her dead son she hath laid in my bosom;
20If his loins have not blessed me, And from the fleece of my sheep He doth not warm himself,
5The satiated for bread hired themselves, And the hungry have ceased. While the barren hath borne seven, And she abounding with sons hath languished.
44Lo, every one using a simile, Doth use a simile concerning thee, saying: As the mother -- her daughter!
10Even she doth become an exile, She hath gone into captivity, Even her sucklings are dashed to pieces At the top of all out-places, And for her honoured ones they cast a lot, And all her great ones have been bound in fetters.
10The hands of merciful women have boiled their own children, They have been for food to them, In the destruction of the daughter of my people.
18Chastise thy son, for there is hope, And to put him to death lift not up thy soul.
3For thus said Jehovah, Of the sons and of the daughters who are born in this place, And of their mothers -- those bearing them, And of their fathers -- those begetting them in this land:
17She hath girded with might her loins, And doth strengthen her arms.
17Who is forsaking the guide of her youth, And the covenant of her God hath forgotten.
27She `is' watching the ways of her household, And bread of sloth she eateth not.
12Ashamed hath been your mother greatly, Confounded hath she been that bare you, Lo, the hindermost of nations `is' a wilderness, A dry land, and a desert.
6Therefore, lo, I am hedging up thy way with thorns, And I have made for her a wall, And her paths she doth not find.