Job 9:31
Then in corruption Thou dost dip me, And my garments have abominated me.
Then in corruption Thou dost dip me, And my garments have abominated me.
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28 I have been afraid of all my griefs, I have known that Thou dost not acquit me.
29 I -- I am become wicked; why `is' this? `In' vain I labour.
30 If I have washed myself with snow-water, And purified with soap my hands,
18 By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me.
19 Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
6 Therefore do I loathe `it', And I have repented on dust and ashes.
15 Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
16 My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids `is' death-shade.
32 But if a man like myself -- I answer him, We come together into judgment.
3 These ten times ye put me to shame, ye blush not. Ye make yourselves strange to me --
5 If, truly, over me ye magnify yourselves, And decide against me my reproach;
6 Know now, that God turned me upside down, And His net against me hath set round,
10 They have abominated me, They have kept far from me, And from before me have not spared to spit.
11 My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
9 That God would please -- and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!
10 And 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.
9 Mine honour from off me He hath stripped, And He turneth the crown from my head.
5 Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,
24 Why dost Thou hide Thy face? And reckonest me for an enemy to Thee?
3 Also -- on this Thou hast opened Thine eyes, And dost bring me into judgment with Thee.
4 And thou sayest, `Pure `is' my discourse, And clean I have been in Thine eyes.'
21 Thy hand put far off from me, And Thy terror let not terrify me.
19 How long dost Thou not look from me? Thou dost not desist till I swallow my spittle.
19 Abominate me do all the men of my counsel, And those I have loved, Have been turned against me.
34 He doth turn aside from off me his rod, And His terror doth not make me afraid,
35 I speak, and do not fear Him, But I am not right with myself.
8 Thou hast put mine acquaintance far from me, Thou hast made me an abomination to them, Shut up -- I go not forth.
9 He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.
8 Dost thou also make void My judgment? Dost thou condemn Me, That thou mayest be righteous?
14 If I sinned, then Thou hast observed me, And from mine iniquity dost not acquit me,
9 `What gain `is' in my blood? In my going down unto corruption? Doth dust thank Thee? doth it declare Thy truth?
21 Perfect I am! -- I know not my soul, I despise my life.
6 And I have cast upon thee abominations, And dishonoured thee, and made thee as a sight.
10 Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
16 And He breaketh with gravel my teeth, He hath covered me with ashes.
11 Among all mine adversaries I have been a reproach, And to my neighbours exceedingly, And a fear to mine acquaintances, Those seeing me without -- fled from me.
21 Thou dost not take away my transgression, And cause to pass away mine iniquity, Because now, for dust I lie down: And Thou hast sought me -- and I am not!
6 And I `am' a worm, and no man, A reproach of man, and despised of the people.
13 O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
4 He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
7 Thou cleansest me with hyssop and I am clean, Washest me, and than snow I am whiter.
19 And -- thou hast been cast out of thy grave, As an abominable branch, raiment of the slain, Thrust through ones of the sword, Going down unto the sons of the pit, As a carcase trodden down.
13 My brethren from me He hath put far off, And mine acquaintances surely Have been estranged from me.
18 He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.
7 If my step doth turn aside from the way, And after mine eyes hath my heart gone, And to my hands cleaved hath blemish,
10 From Thine indignation and Thy wrath, For Thou hast lifted me up, And dost cast me down.
8 And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
45 Offscouring and refuse Thou dost make us In the midst of the peoples.
11 Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.
26 For Thou writest against me bitter things, And causest me to possess iniquities of my youth: