His anger has torn and tormented me; He gnashes at me with his teeth; my enemy looks at me with daggers in his eyes.
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. 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 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.
Terrors are turned on me; they chase away my honor like the wind, and like a cloud my deliverance vanishes.
For calamity from God was a terror to me, and because of His majesty, I could do nothing.
Concerning my right, should I lie? My wound is incurable, although I am without transgression.’
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?
He who crushes me with a storm and multiplies my wounds for no reason.
Answer me speedily, Adonai— my spirit fails. Hide not Your face from me, lest I become like those who go down into the Pit.
Adonai also thundered in the heavens, and Elyon gave forth His voice, hail and fiery coals.
Though they intended evil against You and devised a plot, they cannot succeed.
Adonai, do not rebuke me in Your anger or discipline me in Your wrath.
For Your arrows have sunk deep into me and Your hand has pressed down on me.
In your majesty ride victoriously, on behalf of truth, meekness and justice. Let your right hand display awesome things.
If He does not relent, He will sharpen His sword. He has bent His bow and made it ready.
The heart knows its own bitterness, and no one else can share its joy.
One’s spirit sustains him through illness, but who can bear a crushed spirit?
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.
Surely, He has turned His hand against me again and again all day long.
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?”
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.
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.