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Job 6:4 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895

4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up: The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, The poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

4 [But it is] because the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison which my spirit drinks up; the terrors of God set themselves in array against me.

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American Standard Version (1901)

4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up: The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.

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Common English Bible

4 The Almighty’s arrows are in me; my spirit drinks their poison, and God’s terrors are arrayed against me.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

4 For the arrows of the Lord are in me, my spirit drinks of their indignation, and the terrors of the Lord are soldiers against me.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

4 For the arrows of the Lord are in me, the rage whereof drinketh up my spirit: and the terrors of the Lord war against me.

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Job 6:4
30 Cross References  

He hath torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me; He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth: Mine adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me.


His troops come on together, and cast up their way against me, And encamp round about my tent.


He shall suck the poison of asps: The viper's tongue shall slay him.


Let his own eyes see his destruction, And let him drink of the wrath of the Almighty.


Terrors are turned upon me, They chase mine honour as the wind; And my welfare is passed away as a cloud.


For calamity from God was a terror to me, And by reason of his excellency I could do nothing


Notwithstanding my right I am accounted a liar; My wound is incurable, though I am without transgression.


If I have sinned, what do I unto thee, O thou watcher of men? Why hast thou set me as a mark for thee, So that I am a burden to myself?


For he breaketh me with a tempest, And multiplieth my wounds without cause.


Make haste to answer me, O LORD; my spirit faileth: Hide not thy face from me; Lest I become like them that go down into the pit.


And he sent out his arrows, and scattered them; Yea, lightnings manifold, and discomfited them.


For thou shalt make them turn their back, Thou shalt make ready with thy bowstrings against the face of them.


For thine arrows stick fast in me, And thy hand presseth me sore.


There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine indignation; Neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.


Thine arrows are sharp; The peoples fall under thee; They are in the heart of the king's enemies.


He hath also prepared for him the instruments of death; He maketh his arrows fiery shafts.


The heart knoweth its own bitterness; And a stranger doth not intermeddle with its joy.


The spirit of a man will sustain his infirmity; But a broken spirit who can bear?


As often as it passeth through, it shall take you; for morning by morning shall it pass through, by day and by night: and it shall be nought but terror to understand the message.


He hath bent his bow like an enemy, he hath stood with his right hand as an adversary, and hath slain all that were pleasant to the eye: in the tent of the daughter of Zion he hath poured out his fury like fire.


Surely against me he turneth his hand again and again all the day.


And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani? which is, being interpreted, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?


Knowing therefore the fear of the Lord, we persuade men, but we are made manifest unto God; and I hope that we are made manifest also in your consciences.


I will make mine arrows drunk with blood, And my sword shall devour flesh; With the blood of the slain and the captives, From the head of the leaders of the enemy.


And she said unto them, Call me not Naomi, call me Mara: for the Almighty hath dealt very bitterly with me.


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