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Job 6:4 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021

4 For the arrows of the Almighty are in me; my spirit drinks their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed 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 Références croisées  

He has torn me in his wrath and hated me; he has gnashed his teeth at me; my adversary sharpens his eyes against me.


His troops come on together; they have thrown up siegeworks against me and encamp around my tent.


They will suck the poison of asps; the tongue of a viper will kill them.


Let their own eyes see their destruction, and let them drink of the wrath of the Almighty.


Terrors are turned upon me; my honor is pursued as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed away like a cloud.


For I was in terror of calamity from God, and I could not have faced his majesty.


in spite of being right I am counted a liar; my wound is incurable, though I am without transgression.’


If I sin, what do I do to you, you watcher of humanity? Why have you made me your target? Why have I become a burden to you?


For he crushes me with a tempest and multiplies my wounds without cause;


Answer me quickly, O Lord; my spirit fails. Do not hide your face from me, or I shall be like those who go down to the Pit.


And he sent out his arrows and scattered them; he flashed forth lightnings and routed them.


For you will put them to flight; you will aim at their faces with your bows.


For your arrows have sunk into me, and your hand has come down on me.


There is no soundness in my flesh because of your indignation; there is no health in my bones because of my sin.


Your arrows are sharp in the heart of the king’s enemies; the peoples fall under you.


he has prepared his deadly weapons, making his arrows fiery shafts.


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


The human spirit will endure sickness, but a broken spirit—who can bear?


As often as it passes through, it will take you, for morning by morning it will pass through, by day and by night, and it will be sheer terror to understand the message.”


He has bent his bow like an enemy, with his right hand set like a foe; he has killed all those in whom we took pride in the tent of daughter Zion; he has poured out his fury like fire.


against me alone he turns his hand, again and again, all day long.


At three o’clock Jesus cried out with a loud voice, “Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?” which means, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”


Therefore, knowing the fear of the Lord, we try to persuade people, but we ourselves are well known to God, and I hope that we are also well known to your consciences.


I will make my arrows drunk with blood, and my sword shall devour flesh— with the blood of the slain and the captives, from the long-haired enemy.’


She said to them, “Call me no longer Naomi; call me Mara, for the Almighty has dealt bitterly with me.


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