Job 5:4
Far are his sons from safety, And they are bruised in the gate, And there is no deliverer.
Far are his sons from safety, And they are bruised in the gate, And there is no deliverer.
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5Whose harvest the hungry doth eat, And even from the thorns taketh it, And the designing swallowed their wealth.
3I -- I have seen the perverse taking root, And I mark his habitation straightway,
9His sons are fatherless, and his wife a widow.
10And wander continually do his sons, Yea, they have begged, And have sought out of their dry places.
11An exactor layeth a snare for all that he hath, And strangers spoil his labour.
12He hath none to extend kindness, Nor is there one showing favour to his orphans.
14And that wealth hath been lost in an evil business, and he hath begotten a son and there is nothing in his hand!
4If thy sons have sinned before Him, And He doth send them away, By the hand of their transgression,
14If his sons multiply -- for them `is' a sword. And his offspring `are' not satisfied `with' bread.
5Thorns -- snares `are' in the way of the perverse, Whoso is keeping his soul is far from them.
10His sons do the poor oppress, And his hands give back his wealth.
21If I have waved at the fatherless my hand, When I see in `him' the gate of my court,
21Honoured are his sons, and he knoweth not; And they are little, and he attendeth not to them.
4They turn aside the needy from the way, Together have hid the poor of the earth.
5Lo, wild asses in a wilderness, They have gone out about their work, Seeking early for prey, A mixture for himself -- food for young ones.
13Young men to grind they have taken, And youths with wood have stumbled.
4Cleaved hath the tongue of a suckling unto his palate with thirst, Infants asked bread, a dealer out they have none.
5Those eating of dainties have been desolate in out-places, Those supported on scarlet have embraced dunghills.
9Widows thou hast sent away empty, And the arms of the fatherless are bruised.
17Rotted have scattered things under their clods, Desolated have been storehouses, Broken down have been granaries, For withered hath the corn.
4And I have made youths their heads, And sucklings rule over them.
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.
55against giving to one of them of the flesh of his sons whom he eateth, because he hath nothing left to him, in the siege, and in the straitness with which thine enemy doth straiten thee in all thy gates.
3Orphans we have been -- without a father, our mothers `are' as widows.
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.'
9They take violently away From the breast the orphan, And on the poor they lay a pledge.
4Let the weak and needy escape, From the hand of the wicked deliver them.
15Therefore suddenly cometh his calamity, Instantly he is broken -- and no healing.
23Abundance of food -- the tillage of the poor, And substance is consumed without judgment.
23He giveth to him confidence, and he is supported, And his eyes `are' on their ways.
8Their seed is established, Before their face with them, And their offspring before their eyes.
9Their houses `are' peace without fear, Nor `is' a rod of God upon them.
12Left in the city `is' desolation, And `with' wasting is the gate smitten.
20My tent hath been spoiled, And all my cords have been broken, My sons have gone out from me, and they are not, There is none stretching out any more my tent, And raising up my curtains.
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.
7Straitened are the steps of his strength, And cast him down doth his own counsel.
5For a portion he sheweth friendship, And the eyes of his sons are consumed.
16Lo, not in their hand `is' their good, (The counsel of the wicked Hath been far from me.)
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.
41Spoiled him have all passing by the way, He hath been a reproach to his neighbours,
5O the happiness of the man Who hath filled his quiver with them, They are not ashamed, For they speak with enemies in the gate!
18They thrust him from light unto darkness, And from the habitable earth cast him out.
21A fearful voice `is' in his ears, In peace doth a destroyer come to him.
20From morning to evening are beaten down, Without any regarding, for ever they perish.
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.
14A generation -- swords `are' their teeth, And knives -- their jaw-teeth, To consume the poor from earth, And the needy from `among' men.
14By day they meet darkness, And as night -- they grope at noon.
30In vain I have smitten your sons, Instruction they have not accepted, Devoured hath your sword your prophets, As a destroying lion.
21Therefore, give up their sons to famine, And cause them to run on the sides of the sword, And their wives are bereaved and widows, And their men are slain by death, Their young men smitten by sword in battle,