Job 9:17
Because with a tempest He bruiseth me, And hath multiplied my wounds for nought.
Because with a tempest He bruiseth me, And hath multiplied my wounds for nought.
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18He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.
19If of power, lo, the Strong One; And if of judgment -- who doth convene me?
12At 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.
13Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
14He breaketh me -- breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one.
15Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
3Surely against me He turneth back, He turneth His hand all the day.
4He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
5He hath built up against me, And setteth round poverty and weariness.
2Till when do ye afflict my soul, And bruise me with words?
3These ten times ye put me to shame, ye blush not. Ye make yourselves strange to me --
15He hath filled me with bitter things, He hath filled me `with' wormwood.
16And He breaketh with gravel my teeth, He hath covered me with ashes.
17And Thou castest off from peace my soul, I have forgotten prosperity.
16Though I had called and He answereth me, I do not believe that He giveth ear `to' my voice.
18For He doth pain, and He bindeth up, He smiteth, and His hands heal.
19Wo to me for my breaking, Grievious hath been my smiting, And I said, Only, this `is' my sickness, and I bear it.
22Thou dost lift me up, On the wind Thou dost cause me to ride, And Thou meltest -- Thou levellest me.
9His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.
17Thou renewest Thy witnesses against me, And dost multiply Thine anger with me, Changes and warfare `are' with me.
18And why from the womb Hast Thou brought me forth? I expire, and the eye doth not see me.
9He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.
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.
8My way He hedged up, and I pass not over, And on my paths darkness He placeth.
9Mine honour from off me He hath stripped, And He turneth the crown from my head.
10He breaketh me down round about, and I go, And removeth like a tree my hope.
11And He kindleth against me His anger, And reckoneth me to Him as His adversaries.
18Why hath my pain been perpetual? And my wound incurable? It hath refused to be healed, Thou art surely to me as a failing stream, Waters not stedfast.
6Against my right do I lie? Mortal `is' mine arrow -- without transgression.'
19Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
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.
10Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
7Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
11Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.
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.
14As a wide breach they come, Under the desolation have rolled themselves.
10Lo, occasions against me He doth find, He doth reckon me for an enemy to Him,
11He doth put in the stocks my feet, He doth watch all my paths.'
19And he hath been reproved With pain on his bed, And the strife of his bones `is' enduring.
8I hasten escape for myself, From a rushing wind, from a whirlwind.
11Because His cord He loosed and afflicteth me, And the bridle from before me, They have cast away.
35`They smote me, I have not been sick, They beat me, I have not known. When I awake -- I seek it yet again!'
14Lo, He breaketh down, and it is not built up, He shutteth against a man, And it is not opened.
6And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.
16And God hath made my heart soft, And the Mighty hath troubled me.
17For I have not been cut off before darkness, And before me He covered thick darkness.
20Reproach hath broken my heart, and I am sick, And I look for a bemoaner, and there is none, And for comforters, and I have found none.