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Job 16:13 - The Scriptures 2009

His archers surround me, He splits my kidneys in two and does not spare, He pours out my bile on the ground.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

His archers compass me round about, He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

[Satan's] arrows whiz around me. He slashes open my vitals and does not spare; he pours out my gall on the ground.

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American Standard Version (1901)

His archers compass me round about; He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.

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Common English Bible

His archers surround me; he cuts my kidneys open without pity and doesn’t care, pours my gall on the ground,

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Catholic Public Domain Version

I, who once was wealthy, am now crushed. He has grabbed me by my neck; he has broken me and has place me before him as a sign.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

I that was formerly so wealthy am all on a sudden broken to pieces. He hath taken me by my neck. He hath broken me, and hath set me up to be his mark.

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Job 16:13
16 Cross References  

“And the archers have bitterly grieved him, shot at him and hated him.


His companies come together, and they cast up their way against me, and encamp all around my tent.


whom I myself shall see on my side, and not a stranger. My kidneys have failed within me!


It is drawn, and comes out of the body, and the gleaming point comes out of his gall. Fears come upon him.


Is there any number to His armies? And on whom does His light not rise?


Then I would still have comfort, and I would rejoice in pain, though not spared, for I have not hidden the words of the Set-apart One.


For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, my spirit drinks in their poison, the onslaughts of Eloah are arrayed against me.


My eyes are spent with tears, My inward parts ferment, My bile has been poured on the ground Because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, As children and the infants languish In the streets of the city.


He has bent His bow like an enemy. He has set His right hand like an adversary. And He kills all who delighted the eye. In the tent of the daughter of Tsiyon, He has poured out His wrath like fire.


He has turned aside my ways And torn me in pieces, He has laid me waste.


He made the arrows of His quiver pierce my kidneys.


Therefore, as I live,’ declares the Master יהוה, ‘because you have defiled My set-apart place with all your disgusting matters and with all your abominations, therefore I also withdraw. And My eye shall not pardon, nor shall I spare.


Truly, He who did not spare His own Son, but delivered Him up on behalf of us all – how shall He not, along with Him, freely give us all else?


“יהוה would not forgive him, but rather, the displeasure of יהוה and His jealousy shall burn against that man, and every curse that is written in this book shall settle on him, and יהוה shall blot out his name from under the heavens.


and did not spare the world of old, but preserved Noaḥ, a proclaimer of righteousness, and seven others, bringing in the flood on the world of the wicked,