Job 6:13
Is not my help with me, And substance driven from me?
Is not my help with me, And substance driven from me?
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9That God would please -- and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!
10And 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.
11What `is' my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?
12Is my strength the strength of stones? Is my flesh brazen?
14To a despiser of his friends `is' shame, And the fear of the Mighty he forsaketh.
17And Thou castest off from peace my soul, I have forgotten prosperity.
18And I say, Perished hath my strength and my hope from Jehovah.
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
6In the abundance of power doth He strive with me? No! surely He putteth `it' in me.
2What -- thou hast helped the powerless, Saved an arm not strong!
6Know now, that God turned me upside down, And His net against me hath set round,
7Lo, I cry out -- violence, and am not answered, I cry aloud, and there is no judgment.
13My brethren from me He hath put far off, And mine acquaintances surely Have been estranged from me.
4I -- to man `is' my complaint? and if `so', wherefore May not my temper become short?
14Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?
2Also -- the power of their hands, why `is it' to me? On them hath old age perished.
20And the wisdom -- whence doth it come? And where `is' this, the place of understanding?
11Be not far from me, For adversity is near, for there is no helper.
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
10My heart `is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
11My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
23And, Deliver me from the hand of an adversary? And, From the hand of terrible ones ransom me?
15And where `is' now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
13They have broken down my path, By my calamity they profit, `He hath no helper.'
19If of power, lo, the Strong One; And if of judgment -- who doth convene me?
12And the wisdom -- whence is it found? And where `is' this, the place of understanding?
12A sea-`monster' am I, or a dragon, That thou settest over me a guard?
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?
9Mine honour from off me He hath stripped, And He turneth the crown from my head.
13With Him `are' wisdom and might, To him `are' counsel and understanding.
13Lest ye say, We have found wisdom, God doth thrust him away, not man.
3For now, than the sands of the sea it is heavier, Therefore my words have been rash.
4For arrows of the Mighty `are' with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves `for' me!
6If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease -- what goeth from me?
7Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
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.
21Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath stricken against me.
4Looking on the right hand -- and seeing, And I have none recognizing; Perished hath refuge from me, There is none inquiring for my soul.
10For 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.
19Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
24Why dost Thou hide Thy face? And reckonest me for an enemy to Thee?
16Turn Thou unto me, and favour me, For lonely and afflicted `am' I.
18My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
8Dost thou also make void My judgment? Dost thou condemn Me, That thou mayest be righteous?
6Is not thy reverence thy confidence? Thy hope -- the perfection of thy ways?
6That Thou inquirest for mine iniquity, And for my sin seekest?
20My interpreter `is' my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:
22My shoulder from its blade let fall, And mine arm from the bone be broken.
19Doth He value thy riches? He hath gold, and all the forces of power.