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Job 6:4 - American Standard Version 2015

4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me,\par\tab The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up:\par\tab The terrors of God do set themselves in array 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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Job 6:4
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He hath torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me;\par\tab He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth:\par\tab Mine adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me.


His troops come on together,\par\tab And cast up their way against me,\par\tab And encamp round about my tent.\par


He shall suck the poison of asps:\par\tab The viper's tongue shall slay him.


Let his own eyes see his destruction,\par\tab And let him drink of the wrath of the Almighty.


Terrors are turned upon me;\par\tab They chase mine honor as the wind;\par\tab And my welfare is passed away as a cloud.\par


For calamity from God is a terror to me,\par\tab And by reason of his majesty I can do nothing.\par


Notwithstanding my right I am {\i accounted} a liar;\par\tab My wound is incurable, {\i though I am} without transgression.


If I have sinned, what do I unto thee, O thou watcher of men?\par\tab Why hast thou set me as a mark for thee,\par\tab So that I am a burden to myself?


For he breaketh me with a tempest,\par\tab And multiplieth my wounds without cause.


Make haste to answer me, O Jehovah; my spirit faileth:\par\tab Hide not thy face from me,\par\tab Lest I become like them that go down into the pit.


And he sent out his arrows, and scattered them;\par\tab Yea, lightnings manifold, and discomfited them.


For thou wilt make them turn their back;\par\tab Thou wilt make ready with thy bowstrings against their face.


For thine arrows stick fast in me,\par\tab And thy hand presseth me sore.


There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine indignation;\par\tab Neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.


Thine arrows are sharp;\par\tab The peoples fall under thee;\par\tab {\i They are} in the heart of the king's enemies.


He hath also prepared for him the instruments of death;\par\tab He maketh his arrows fiery {\i shafts}.


The heart knoweth its own bitterness;\par\tab And a stranger doth not inter-meddle with its joy.


The spirit of a man will sustain his infirmity;\par\tab But a broken spirit who can bear?


As often as it passeth though, it shall take you; for morning by morning shall it pass through, by day and by night: and it shall be nought but terror to understand the message.


He hath bent his bow like an enemy, he hath stood with his right hand as an adversary,\par\tab And hath slain all that were pleasant to the eye:\par\tab In the tent of the daughter of Zion he hath poured out his wrath like fire.


Surely against me he turneth his hand again and again all the day.


And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, {\cf6 {\b Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?}} which is, being interpreted, {\cf6 {\b My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?}}


Knowing therefore the fear of the Lord, we persuade men, but we are made manifest unto God; and I hope that we are made manifest also in your consciences.


I will make mine arrows drunk with blood, And my sword shall devour flesh; With the blood of the slain and the captives, From the head of the leaders of the enemy.


And she said unto them, Call me not Naomi, call me Mara; for the Almighty hath dealt very bitterly with me.


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