Thematic Bible
Thematic Bible
Job » Faith strained but victorious
And Job answereth and saith: -- Till when do ye afflict my soul, And bruise me with words? These ten times ye put me to shame, ye blush not. Ye make yourselves strange to me -- read more.
And also -- truly, I have erred, With me doth my error remain. If, truly, over me ye magnify yourselves, And decide against me my reproach; Know now, that God turned me upside down, And His net against me hath set round, Lo, I cry out -- violence, and am not answered, I cry aloud, and there is no judgment. My way He hedged up, and I pass not over, And on my paths darkness He placeth. Mine honour from off me He hath stripped, And He turneth the crown from my head. He breaketh me down round about, and I go, And removeth like a tree my hope. And He kindleth against me His anger, And reckoneth me to Him as His adversaries. Come in do His troops together, And they raise up against me their way, And encamp round about my tent. My brethren from me He hath put far off, And mine acquaintances surely Have been estranged from me. Ceased have my neighbours And my familiar friends have forgotten me, Sojourners of my house and my maids, For a stranger reckon me: An alien I have been in their eyes. To my servant I have called, And he doth not answer, With my mouth I make supplication to him. My spirit is strange to my wife, And my favours to the sons of my mother's womb. Also sucklings have despised me, I rise, and they speak against me. Abominate me do all the men of my counsel, And those I have loved, Have been turned against me. To my skin and to my flesh Cleaved hath my bone, And I deliver myself with the skin of my teeth. Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath stricken against me. Why do you pursue me as God? And with my flesh are not satisfied? Who doth grant now, That my words may be written? Who doth grant that in a book they may be graven? With a pen of iron and lead -- For ever in a rock they may be hewn. That -- I have known my Redeemer, The Living and the Last, For the dust he doth rise. And after my skin hath compassed this body, Then from my flesh I see God: Whom I -- I see on my side, And mine eyes have beheld, and not a stranger, Consumed have been my reins in my bosom.
And also -- truly, I have erred, With me doth my error remain. If, truly, over me ye magnify yourselves, And decide against me my reproach; Know now, that God turned me upside down, And His net against me hath set round, Lo, I cry out -- violence, and am not answered, I cry aloud, and there is no judgment. My way He hedged up, and I pass not over, And on my paths darkness He placeth. Mine honour from off me He hath stripped, And He turneth the crown from my head. He breaketh me down round about, and I go, And removeth like a tree my hope. And He kindleth against me His anger, And reckoneth me to Him as His adversaries. Come in do His troops together, And they raise up against me their way, And encamp round about my tent. My brethren from me He hath put far off, And mine acquaintances surely Have been estranged from me. Ceased have my neighbours And my familiar friends have forgotten me, Sojourners of my house and my maids, For a stranger reckon me: An alien I have been in their eyes. To my servant I have called, And he doth not answer, With my mouth I make supplication to him. My spirit is strange to my wife, And my favours to the sons of my mother's womb. Also sucklings have despised me, I rise, and they speak against me. Abominate me do all the men of my counsel, And those I have loved, Have been turned against me. To my skin and to my flesh Cleaved hath my bone, And I deliver myself with the skin of my teeth. Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath stricken against me. Why do you pursue me as God? And with my flesh are not satisfied? Who doth grant now, That my words may be written? Who doth grant that in a book they may be graven? With a pen of iron and lead -- For ever in a rock they may be hewn. That -- I have known my Redeemer, The Living and the Last, For the dust he doth rise. And after my skin hath compassed this body, Then from my flesh I see God: Whom I -- I see on my side, And mine eyes have beheld, and not a stranger, Consumed have been my reins in my bosom.
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And now, laughed at me, Have the younger in days than I, Whose fathers I have loathed to set With the dogs of my flock. Also -- the power of their hands, why is it to me? On them hath old age perished. With want and with famine gloomy, Those fleeing to a dry place, Formerly a desolation and waste, read more.
Those cropping mallows near a shrub, And broom-roots is their food. From the midst they are cast out, (They shout against them as a thief), In a frightful place of valleys to dwell, Holes of earth and clefts. Among shrubs they do groan, Under nettles they are gathered together. Sons of folly -- even sons without name, They have been smitten from the land. And now, their song I have been, And I am to them for a byword. They have abominated me, They have kept far from me, And from before me have not spared to spit.
Those cropping mallows near a shrub, And broom-roots is their food. From the midst they are cast out, (They shout against them as a thief), In a frightful place of valleys to dwell, Holes of earth and clefts. Among shrubs they do groan, Under nettles they are gathered together. Sons of folly -- even sons without name, They have been smitten from the land. And now, their song I have been, And I am to them for a byword. They have abominated me, They have kept far from me, And from before me have not spared to spit.
And yet, ye are forgers of falsehood, Physicians of nought -- all of you, O that ye would keep perfectly silent, And it would be to you for wisdom. Hear, I pray you, my argument, And to the pleadings of my lips attend, read more.
For God do ye speak perverseness? And for Him do ye speak deceit? His face do ye accept, if for God ye strive? Is it good that He doth search you, If, as one mocketh at a man, ye mock at Him? He doth surely reprove you, if in secret ye accept faces. Doth not His excellency terrify you? And His dread fall upon you? Your remembrances are similes of ashes, For high places of clay your heights. Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me doth what?
For God do ye speak perverseness? And for Him do ye speak deceit? His face do ye accept, if for God ye strive? Is it good that He doth search you, If, as one mocketh at a man, ye mock at Him? He doth surely reprove you, if in secret ye accept faces. Doth not His excellency terrify you? And His dread fall upon you? Your remembrances are similes of ashes, For high places of clay your heights. Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me doth what?
And Job answereth and saith: -- I have heard many such things, Miserable comforters are ye all. Is there an end to words of wind? Or what doth embolden thee that thou answerest? read more.
I also, like you, might speak, If your soul were in my soul's stead. I might join against you with words, And nod at you with my head.
I also, like you, might speak, If your soul were in my soul's stead. I might join against you with words, And nod at you with my head.
If not -- mockeries are with me. And in their provocations mine eye lodgeth.
Verse Concepts
And Job answereth and saith: -- Till when do ye afflict my soul, And bruise me with words? These ten times ye put me to shame, ye blush not. Ye make yourselves strange to me -- read more.
And also -- truly, I have erred, With me doth my error remain. If, truly, over me ye magnify yourselves, And decide against me my reproach;
And also -- truly, I have erred, With me doth my error remain. If, truly, over me ye magnify yourselves, And decide against me my reproach;