Job 10:11
Skin and flesh Thou dost put on me, And with bones and sinews dost fence me.
Skin and flesh Thou dost put on me, And with bones and sinews dost fence me.
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12 Life and kindness Thou hast done with me. And Thy inspection hath preserved my spirit.
13 And these Thou hast laid up in Thy heart, I have known that this `is' with Thee.
8 Thy hands have taken pains about me, And they make me together round about, And Thou swallowest me up!
9 Remember, I pray Thee, That as clay Thou hast made me, And unto dust Thou dost bring me back.
10 Dost Thou not as milk pour me out? And as cheese curdle me?
4 He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
5 He hath built up against me, And setteth round poverty and weariness.
13 For Thou -- Thou hast possessed my reins, Thou dost cover me in my mother's belly.
14 I confess Thee, because that `with' wonders I have been distinguished. Wonderful `are' Thy works, And my soul is knowing `it' well.
15 My substance was not hid from Thee, When I was made in secret, Curiously wrought in the lower part of earth.
16 Mine unformed substance Thine eyes saw, And on Thy book all of them are written, The days they were formed -- And not one among them.
5 From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
10 And I clothe thee with embroidery, And I shoe thee with badger's skin, And I gird thee with fine linen, And I cover thee with figured silk.
11 And I adorn thee with adornments, And I give bracelets for thy hands, And a chain for thy neck.
6 and I have given on you sinews, and cause flesh to come up upon you, and covered you over with skin, and given in you a spirit, and ye have lived, and ye have known that I `am' Jehovah.'
20 To my skin and to my flesh Cleaved hath my bone, And I deliver myself with the skin of my teeth.
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.
5 Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,
17 At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.
18 By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me.
26 And after my skin hath compassed this `body', Then from my flesh I see God:
5 Behind and before Thou hast besieged me, And Thou dost place on me Thy hand.
8 And I beheld, and lo, on them `are' sinews, and flesh hath come up, and cover them doth skin over above -- and spirit there is none in them.
11 Thou hast turned my mourning to dancing for me, Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, And girdest me `with' joy.
10 Put on, I pray thee, excellency and loftiness, Yea, honour and beauty put on.
21 Thou art turned to be fierce to me, With the strength of Thy hand, Thou oppresest me.
22 Thou dost lift me up, On the wind Thou dost cause me to ride, And Thou meltest -- Thou levellest me.
15 Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
4 Eyes of flesh hast Thou? As man seeth -- seest Thou?
8 Healing it is to thy navel, And moistening to thy bones.
11 My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
4 The Spirit of God hath made me, And the breath of the Mighty doth quicken me.
9 For thou `art' He bringing me forth from the womb, Causing me to trust, On the breasts of my mother.
16 And it riseth -- as a lion Thou huntest me. And Thou turnest back -- Thou shewest Thyself wonderful in me.
6 That Thou inquirest for mine iniquity, And for my sin seekest?
39 And Thou girdest me `with' strength for battle, Causest my withstanders to bow under me.
40 And Thou girdest me `with' strength for battle, Thou causest my withstanders to bow under me.
35 And Thou givest to me the shield of Thy salvation, And Thy right hand doth support me, And Thy lowliness maketh me great.
18 And why from the womb Hast Thou brought me forth? I expire, and the eye doth not see me.
10 Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
8 Thou causest me to hear joy and gladness, Thou makest joyful bones Thou hast bruised.
23 The flakes of his flesh have adhered -- Firm upon him -- it is not moved.
15 Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
31 Then in corruption Thou dost dip me, And my garments have abominated me.
24 His breasts have been full of milk, And marrow his bones doth moisten.
30 My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat,
3 Soundness is not in my flesh, Because of Thine indignation, Peace is not in my bones because of my sin.
1 To the Overseer. -- A Psalm by David. Jehovah, Thou hast searched me, and knowest.
21 His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen!
7 Dost thou fill with barbed irons his skin? And with fish-spears his head?