Job 9:17
For he breaketh me with a tempest, And multiplieth my wounds without cause.
For he breaketh me with a tempest, And multiplieth my wounds without cause.
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18He will not suffer me to take my breath, But filleth me with bitterness.
19If [we speak] of strength, lo, [he is] mighty! And if of justice, Who, [saith he], will summon me?
12I was at ease, and he brake me asunder; Yea, he hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces: He hath also set me up for his mark.
13His archers compass me round about; He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.
14He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He runneth upon me like a giant.
15I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And have laid my horn in the dust.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he hath made me desolate.
3Surely against me he turneth his hand again and again all the day.
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
5He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall and travail.
2How long will ye vex my soul, And break me in pieces with words?
3These ten times have ye reproached me: Ye are not ashamed that ye deal hardly with me.
15He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath sated me with wormwood.
16He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones; he hath covered me with ashes.
17And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace; I forgat prosperity.
16If I had called, and he had answered me, Yet would I not believe that he hearkened unto my voice.
18For he maketh sore, and bindeth up; He woundeth, and his hands make whole.
19Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is [my] grief, and I must bear it.
22Thou liftest me up to the wind, thou causest me to ride [upon it] ; And thou dissolvest me in the storm.
9He hath torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me; He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth: Mine adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
17Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, And increasest thine indignation upon me: Changes and warfare are with me.
18Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me.
9He hath walled up my ways with hewn stone; he hath made my paths crooked.
6Know now that God hath subverted me [in my cause], And hath compassed me with his net.
7Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry for help, but there is no justice.
8He hath walled up my way that I cannot pass, And hath set darkness in my paths.
9He hath stripped me of my glory, And taken the crown from my head.
10He hath broken me down on every side, and I am gone; And my hope hath he plucked up like a tree.
11He hath also kindled his wrath against me, And he counteth me unto him as [one of] his adversaries.
18Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuseth to be healed? wilt thou indeed be unto me as a deceitful [brook], as waters that fail?
6Notwithstanding my right I am [accounted] a liar; My wound is incurable, [though I am] without transgression.
19He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
13From on high hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them; He hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: He hath made me desolate and faint all the day.
10Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
7But now he hath made me weary: Thou hast made desolate all my company.
11Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
9Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
10And be it still my consolation, Yea, let me exult in pain that spareth not, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
14As through a wide breach they come: In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves [upon me] .
10Behold, he findeth occasions against me, He counteth me for his enemy:
11He putteth my feet in the stocks, He marketh all my paths.
19He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, And with continual strife in his bones;
8I would haste me to a shelter From the stormy wind and tempest.
11For he hath loosed his cord, and afflicted me; And they have cast off the bridle before me.
35They have stricken me, [shalt thou say], and I was not hurt; They have beaten me, and I felt it not: When shall I awake? I will seek it yet again.
14Behold, he breaketh down, and it cannot be built again; He shutteth up a man, and there can be no opening.
6But he hath made me a byword of the people; And they spit in my face.
16For God hath made my heart faint, And the Almighty hath terrified me;
17Because I was not cut off before the darkness, Neither did he cover the thick darkness from my face.
20Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: And I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; And for comforters, but I found none.