His anger tears at me, and he harasses me. He gnashes his teeth at me. My enemy pierces me with his eyes.
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. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 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. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition [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. American Standard Version (1901) 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. Common English Bible The Almighty’s arrows are in me; my spirit drinks their poison, and God’s terrors are arrayed against me. Catholic Public Domain Version 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. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version 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. |
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.
Let his own eyes see his demise; let him drink from the Almighty’s wrath!
Terrors are turned loose against me; they chase my dignity away like the wind, and my prosperity has passed by like a cloud.
For disaster from God terrifies me, and because of his majesty I could not do these things.
Would I lie about my case? My wound is incurable, though I am without transgression.’
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?
He batters me with a whirlwind and multiplies my wounds without cause.
The heart knows its own bitterness, and no outsider shares in its joy.
A person’s spirit can endure sickness, but who can survive a broken spirit?
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.
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?’ ,
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.
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.