Job 9:34
He doth turn aside from off me his rod, And His terror doth not make me afraid,
He doth turn aside from off me his rod, And His terror doth not make me afraid,
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35I speak, and do not fear Him, But I am not right with myself.
19Who `is' he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
20Only two things, O God, do with me: Then from Thy face I am not hidden.
21Thy hand put far off from me, And Thy terror let not terrify me.
22My shoulder from its blade let fall, And mine arm from the bone be broken.
23For a dread unto me `is' calamity `from' God, And because of His excellency I am not able.
31Then in corruption Thou dost dip me, And my garments have abominated me.
32But if a man like myself -- I answer him, We come together into judgment.
33If there were between us an umpire, He doth place his hand on us both.
7Lo, my terror doth not frighten thee, And my burden on thee is not heavy.
34Because I fear a great multitude, And the contempt of families doth affright me, Then I am silent, I go not out of the opening.
15Therefore, from His presence I am troubled, I consider, and am afraid of Him.
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.
28I have been afraid of all my griefs, I have known that Thou dost not acquit me.
13Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me doth what?
14Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?
10Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
11Let not a foot of pride meet me, And a hand of the wicked let not move me.
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.
14Fear hath met me, and trembling, And the multitude of my bones caused to fear.
15And a spirit before my face doth pass, Stand up doth the hair of my flesh;
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
10None so fierce that he doth awake him, And who `is' he before Me stationeth himself?
6In the abundance of power doth He strive with me? No! surely He putteth `it' in me.
7There the upright doth reason with Him, And I escape for ever from my judge.
11Doth not His excellency terrify you? And His dread fall upon you?
5Or -- he doth take hold on My strength, He doth make peace with Me, Peace he doth make with Me.
13God doth not turn back His anger, Under Him bowed have proud helpers.
14How much less do I -- I answer Him? Choose out my words with Him?
5Fear and trembling come in to me, And horror doth cover me.
6Yea, if I have remembered, then I have been troubled. And my flesh hath taken fright.
4Yea, thou dost make reverence void, And dost diminish meditation before God.
33There is not on the earth his like, That is made without terror.
32Besides `that which' I see, shew Thou me, If iniquity I have done -- I do not add?'
25For a fear I feared and it meeteth me, And what I was afraid of doth come to me.
14And he hath not set in array words for me, And with your sayings I do not answer him.
9Their houses `are' peace without fear, Nor `is' a rod of God upon them.
1A Psalm of David, `To cause to remember.' Jehovah, in Thy wrath reprove me not, Nor in Thy fury chastise me.
5Let darkness and death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud tabernacle upon it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days.
4Because of thy reverence Doth He reason `with' thee? He entereth with thee into judgment:
4For arrows of the Mighty `are' with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves `for' me!
14And thou hast affrighted me with dreams, And from visions thou terrifiest me,
1I `am' the man `who' hath seen affliction By the rod of His wrath.
18He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.
9Mine honour from off me He hath stripped, And He turneth the crown from my head.
17Be not Thou to me for a terror, My hope `art' Thou in a day of evil.
2I say unto God, `Do not condemn me, Let me know why Thou dost strive `with' me.
27If not -- the anger of an enemy I fear, Lest their adversaries know -- Lest they say, Our hand is high, And Jehovah hath not wrought all this.