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.
Net » Figurative
A net they have prepared for my steps, Bowed down hath my soul, They have digged before me a pit, They have fallen into its midst. Selah.
For even man knoweth not his time; as fish that are taken hold of by an evil net, and as birds that are taken hold of by a snare, like these are the sons of man snared at an evil time, when it falleth upon them suddenly.
And lamented have the fishers, And mourned have all casting angle into a brook, And those spreading nets on the face of the waters have languished.
And I am finding more bitter than death, the woman whose heart is nets and snares, her hands are bands; the good before God escapeth from her, but the sinner is captured by her.
And it hath come to pass, fishers do stand by it, from En-Gedi even unto En-Eglaim; a spreading place of nets they are; according to their own kind is their fish, as the fish of the great sea, very many.
Sunk have nations in a pit they made, In a net that they hid hath their foot been captured.
Mine eyes are continually unto Jehovah, For He bringeth out from a net my feet.
The proud hid a snare for me -- and cords, They spread a net by the side of the path, Snares they have set for me. Selah.
He lieth in wait in a secret place, as a lion in a covert. He lieth in wait to catch the poor, He catcheth the poor, drawing him into his net.
When they go I spread over them My net, As the fowl of the heavens I bring them down, I chastise them as their company hath heard.
Bring me out from the net that they hid for me, For Thou art my strength.
For without cause they hid for me their netpit, Without cause they digged for my soul. Meet him doth desolation -- he knoweth not, And his net that he hid catcheth him, For desolation he falleth into it.
The wicked fall in their nets together, till I pass over!
A spreading place of nets she is in the midst of the sea, For I -- I have spoken -- an affirmation of the Lord Jehovah, And she hath been for a spoil to nations.
And I have given thee up for a clear place of a rock, A spreading-place of nets thou art, Thou art not built up any more, For I, Jehovah, I have spoken, An affirmation of the Lord Jehovah.