Job 16:13

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Summary

His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.

Archers

Job 6:4

Genesis 49:23

Psalm 7:12

He cleaveth

Job 19:27

Lamentations 3:13

Doth

2 Peter 2:5

Poureth

Job 20:25

Lamentations 2:11

Bible References

Archers

For, the arrows of the Almighty, are in me, The heat whereof, my spirit is drinking up, The, terrors of GOD, array themselves against me.

So they attack him and have shot, - So they enclose him, do the masters of arrows.

If he turn not, his sword, will he whet, - his bow, hath he bent, and made ready:

He cleaveth

Whom, I myself, shall see, on my side, and, mine own eyes, shall have looked upon, and not those of a stranger. Exhausted are my deepest desires in my bosom!

He hath caused to enter my reins, the sons of his quiver;

Doth

So might it still be my comfort, And I might exult in the anguish he would not spare, - That I had not concealed the sayings of the Holy One.

Yahweh will not be willing to forgive him, but, then, will the anger of Yahweh and his jealousy smoke against that man, and all the oath that is written in this scroll, shall settle down upon him, - and Yahweh wipe out his name from under the heavens;

Therefore as live, Declareth My Lord Yahweh, - Surely because my sanctuary, thou hast defiled, with all thy detestable things, and with all thine abominations Even I also, will cut off, and mine eye I shall not spare, Yea even I will not pity.

He, at least, who his own Son did not spare, but in behalf of us all delivered him up, how shall he not also, with him, all things upon us in favour bestow?

And, an ancient world, spared not, but, with seven others, preserved, Noah, a proclaimer, of righteousness, a flood, upon a world of ungodly persons, letting loose, -

Poureth

He hath drawn it out, and it hath come forth out of his back, - yea the flashing arrow-head, out of his gall, There shall march on him - terrors:

Blinded with tears are mine eyes, In ferment is my body, Poured out to the earth is my grief, for the sore hurt of the daughter of my people, - when child and suckling are swooning, in the broadways of the city.