Job 3:12
Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?
Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?
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10Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.
11Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
18Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
19I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
17Because he slew me not from the womb; or that my mother might have been my grave, and her womb to be always great with me.
18Wherefore came I forth out of the womb to see labour and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
16Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.
13For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
9But thou art he that took me out of the womb: thou didst make me hope when I was upon my mother's breasts.
10I was cast upon thee from the womb: thou art my God from my mother's belly.
3Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived.
1O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised.
14What then shall I do when God riseth up? and when he visiteth, what shall I answer him?
15Did not he that made me in the womb make him? and did not one fashion us in the womb?
16If I have withheld the poor from their desire, or have caused the eyes of the widow to fail;
10Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
10Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
11What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?
12Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?
13Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
14Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in mine hand?
4The tongue of the sucking child cleaveth to the roof of his mouth for thirst: the young children ask bread, and no man breaketh it unto them.
20And she arose at midnight, and took my son from beside me, while thine handmaid slept, and laid it in her bosom, and laid her dead child in my bosom.
21And when I rose in the morning to give my child suck, behold, it was dead: but when I had considered it in the morning, behold, it was not my son, which I did bear.
24His breasts are full of milk, and his bones are moistened with marrow.
6By thee have I been holden up from the womb: thou art he that took me out of my mother's bowels: my praise shall be continually of thee.
18(For from my youth he was brought up with me, as with a father, and I have guided her from my mother's womb;)
15So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.
13O that thou wouldest hide me in the grave, that thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, that thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!
12Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
13For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother's womb.
21Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
23Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?
24For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
15My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
3Therefore are my loins filled with pain: pangs have taken hold upon me, as the pangs of a woman that travaileth: I was bowed down at the hearing of it; I was dismayed at the seeing of it.
3For I was my father's son, tender and only beloved in the sight of my mother.
21And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.
15And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
3The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.
2What, my son? and what, the son of my womb? and what, the son of my vows?
22Then let mine arm fall from my shoulder blade, and mine arm be broken from the bone.
2Surely I have behaved and quieted myself, as a child that is weaned of his mother: my soul is even as a weaned child.
1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
12Let her not be as one dead, of whom the flesh is half consumed when he cometh out of his mother's womb.
2Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?
7And she said, Who would have said unto Abraham, that Sarah should have given children suck? for I have born him a son in his old age.
3Oh that I knew where I might find him! that I might come even to his seat!