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Job 6:4

Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

Surely the arrows of the Almighty have pierced   me; my spirit drinks their poison. God’s terrors are arrayed against me.

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Terrors  are turned loose against me; they chase my dignity away like the wind, and my prosperity has passed by like a cloud.


A person’s spirit can endure sickness, but who can survive a broken spirit?


And at three Jesus cried out with a loud voice, ‘Eloi, Eloi, lemá sabachtháni?’ which is translated, ‘My God, my God, why have you abandoned me?’   ,


He batters me with a whirlwind and multiplies my wounds without cause.


Therefore, since we know the fear of the Lord,  we try to persuade people. What we are is plain to God, and I hope it is also plain to your consciences.


For disaster from God terrifies me, and because of his majesty I could not do these things.


Let his own eyes see his demise; let him drink from the Almighty’s wrath!


I will make my arrows drunk with blood while my sword devours flesh – the blood of the slain and the captives, the heads of the enemy leaders.’


‘Don’t call me Naomi. Call me Mara,’  she answered, ‘for the Almighty  has made me very bitter.


He will suck the poison of cobras; a viper’s fangs  will kill him.


Would I lie about my case? My wound  is incurable, though I am without transgression.’


Every time it passes through, it will carry you away; it will pass through every morning – every day and every night. Only terror  will cause you to understand the message.


He has strung his bow like an enemy; his right hand is positioned like an adversary. He has killed everyone who was the delight to the eye, pouring out his wrath like fire on the tent of Daughter Zion.


If I have sinned, what have I done to you, Watcher of humanity? Why have you made me your target, so that I have become a burden to you?


His anger tears at me, and he harasses   me. He gnashes his teeth at me. My enemy pierces me with his eyes.


His troops advance together; they construct a ramp  against me and camp  round my tent.


The heart knows its own bitterness, and no outsider shares in its joy.


Yes, he repeatedly turns his hand against me all day long.





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