Job 30:13
They have broken down my path, By my calamity they profit, `He hath no helper.'
They have broken down my path, By my calamity they profit, `He hath no helper.'
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10They have abominated me, They have kept far from me, And from before me have not spared to spit.
11Because His cord He loosed and afflicteth me, And the bridle from before me, They have cast away.
12On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.
14As a wide breach they come, Under the desolation have rolled themselves.
15He hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety passed away.
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
9He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.
5All the day they wrest my words, Concerning me all their thoughts `are' for evil,
6They assemble, they hide, they watch my heels, When they have expected my soul.
3When my spirit hath been feeble in me, Then Thou hast known my path; In the way `in' which I walk, They have hid a snare for me.
4Looking on the right hand -- and seeing, And I have none recognizing; Perished hath refuge from me, There is none inquiring for my soul.
9His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.
10They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have smitten my cheeks, Together against me they set themselves.
11God shutteth me up unto the perverse, And to the hands of the wicked turneth me over.
15And -- in my halting they have rejoiced, And have been gathered together, Gathered against me were the smiters, And I have not known, They have rent, and they have not ceased;
6A net they have prepared for my steps, Bowed down hath my soul, They have digged before me a pit, They have fallen into its midst. Selah.
3For strangers have risen up against me And terrible ones have sought my soul, They have not set God before them. Selah.
8My way He hedged up, and I pass not over, And on my paths darkness He placeth.
19They are before me in a day of my calamity, And Jehovah is my support,
12Come in do His troops together, And they raise up against me their way, And encamp round about my tent.
13My brethren from me He hath put far off, And mine acquaintances surely Have been estranged from me.
18They go before me in a day of my calamity And Jehovah is for a support to me.
13Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
13From above He hath sent fire into my bone, And it subdueth it, He hath spread a net for my feet, He hath turned me backward, He hath made me desolate -- all the day sick.
14Bound hath been the yoke of my transgressions by His hand, They are wrapped together, They have gone up on my neck, He hath caused my power to stumble, The Lord hath given me into hands, I am not able to rise.
13Thou hast sorely thrust me to fall, And Jehovah hath helped me.
21They have heard that I have sighed, There is no comforter for me, All my enemies have heard of my calamity, They have rejoiced that Thou hast done `it', Thou hast brought in the day Thou hast called, And they are like to me.
53They have cut off in a pit my life, And they cast a stone against me.
12And those seeking my soul lay a snare, And those seeking my evil Have spoken mischievous things, And they do deceits meditate all the day.
3For, lo, they laid wait for my soul, Assembled against me are strong ones, Not my transgression nor my sin, O Jehovah.
4Without punishment they run and prepare themselves, Stir up to meet me, and see.
16Ruin and misery `are' in their ways.
16And to the dust of death thou appointest me, For surrounded me have dogs, A company of evil doers have compassed me, Piercing my hands and my feet.
11He doth put in the stocks my feet, He doth watch all my paths.'
2Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me.
3Over my back have ploughers ploughed, They have made long their furrows.
1A Psalm of David, in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son. Jehovah, how have my distresses multiplied! Many are rising up against me.
3Because of the voice of an enemy, Because of the oppression of the wicked, For they cause sorrow to move against me, And in anger they hate me.
10For mine enemies have spoken against me, And those watching my soul have taken counsel together,
13Is not my help with me, And substance driven from me?
5He hath built up against me, And setteth round poverty and weariness.
3Surely against me He turneth back, He turneth His hand all the day.
11Be not far from me, For adversity is near, for there is no helper.
14They are ashamed and confounded together, Who are seeking my soul to destroy it, They are turned backward, And are ashamed, who are desiring my evil.
16When I said, `Lest they rejoice over me, In the slipping of my foot against me they magnified themselves.
20And those paying evil for good accuse me, Because of my pursuing good.
38I smite them, and they are not able to rise, They fall under my feet,
3They have compassed me about, And they fight me without cause.
19Abominate me do all the men of my counsel, And those I have loved, Have been turned against me.
17They have surrounded me as waters all the day, They have gone round against me together,