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Job 6:4

Tree of Life Version

For the arrows of Shaddai are in me, my spirit drinks in their poison; God’s terrors line up against me.

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Adonai, do not rebuke me in Your anger or discipline me in Your wrath.

Terrors are turned on me; they chase away my honor like the wind, and like a cloud my deliverance vanishes.

One’s spirit sustains him through illness, but who can bear a crushed spirit?

Answer me speedily, Adonai— my spirit fails. Hide not Your face from me, lest I become like those who go down into the Pit.

At the ninth hour Yeshua cried out with a loud voice, “Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?” which is translated, “My God, My God, why have You abandoned Me?”

He who crushes me with a storm and multiplies my wounds for no reason.

Therefore, knowing the fear of the Lord, we are trying to persuade people, but what we are is known to God—and I hope it is known to your consciences as well.

In your majesty ride victoriously, on behalf of truth, meekness and justice. Let your right hand display awesome things.

Though they intended evil against You and devised a plot, they cannot succeed.

Adonai also thundered in the heavens, and Elyon gave forth His voice, hail and fiery coals.

If He does not relent, He will sharpen His sword. He has bent His bow and made it ready.

For calamity from God was a terror to me, and because of His majesty, I could do nothing.

Let his own eyes see his ruin; let him drink the wrath of Shaddai.

I will make My arrows drunk from blood, and My sword will devour flesh— the blood of the slain and the captive, the head of the leaders of the enemy.’

“Do not call me Naomi,” she told them. “Call me Mara—since Shaddai has made my life bitter.

He sucks the poison of serpents; fangs of a viper kill him.

Concerning my right, should I lie? My wound is incurable, although I am without transgression.’

As often as it passes through, it will seize you—morning by morning, by day and by night passing through. It will be sheer terror to understand the message.’”

He bent His bow like an enemy, set His right hand like a foe, and killed all those pleasant to the eye. In the tent of the daughter of Zion He has poured out His wrath like fire.

Have I sinned— what have I done to You, O watcher of men? Why have You set me as Your target? Have I become a burden to You?

His anger has torn and tormented me; He gnashes at me with his teeth; my enemy looks at me with daggers in his eyes.

His troops advance together; they build a siege ramp against me and encamp around my tent.

For Your arrows have sunk deep into me and Your hand has pressed down on me.

The heart knows its own bitterness, and no one else can share its joy.

Surely, He has turned His hand against me again and again all day long.




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