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Job 6:4

Young's Literal Translation 1862

For arrows of the Mighty `are' with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves `for' me!

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His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.

Come in do His troops together, And they raise up against me their way, And encamp round about my tent.

Gall of asps he sucketh, Slay him doth the tongue of a viper.

His own eyes see his destruction, And of the wrath of the Mighty he drinketh.

He hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety passed away.

For a dread unto me `is' calamity `from' God, And because of His excellency I am not able.

Against my right do I lie? Mortal `is' mine arrow -- without transgression.'

I have sinned, what do I to Thee, O watcher of man? Why hast Thou set me for a mark to Thee, And I am for a burden to myself -- and what?

Because with a tempest He bruiseth me, And hath multiplied my wounds for nought.

Haste, answer me, O Jehovah, My spirit hath been consumed, Hide not Thou Thy face from me, Or I have been compared with those going down `to' the pit.

And He sendeth His arrows and scattereth them, And much lightning, and crusheth them.

For Thou makest them a butt, When Thy strings Thou preparest against their faces.

For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.

Soundness is not in my flesh, Because of Thine indignation, Peace is not in my bones because of my sin.

Thine arrows `are' sharp, -- Peoples fall under Thee -- In the heart of the enemies of the king.

Yea, for him He hath prepared Instruments of death, His arrows for burning pursuers He maketh.

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

The spirit of a man sustaineth his sickness, And a smitten spirit who doth bear?

From the fulness of its passing over it taketh you, For morning by morning it passeth over, By day and by night, And it hath been only a trembling to consider the report.

He hath trodden His bow as an enemy, Stood hath His right hand as an adversary, And He slayeth all the desirable ones of the eye, In the tent of the daughter of Zion, He hath poured out as fire His fury.

Surely against me He turneth back, He turneth His hand all the day.

and at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a great voice, saying, `Eloi, Eloi, lamma sabachthani?' which is, being interpreted, `My God, my God, why didst Thou forsake me?'

having known, therefore, the fear of the Lord, we persuade men, and to God we are manifested, and I hope also in your consciences to have been manifested;

I make drunk Mine arrows with blood, And My sword devoureth flesh, From the blood of the pierced and captive, From the head of the freemen of the enemy.

And she saith unto them, `Call me not Naomi; call me Mara, for the Almighty hath dealt very bitterly to me,




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