Verse 9
Job 16:9
American Standard Version
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He hath torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me; He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth: Mine adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
Original Language Text
hebrew
אַפּ֤/וֹ טָרַ֨ף וַֽ/יִּשְׂטְמֵ֗/נִי חָרַ֣ק עָלַ֣/י בְּ/שִׁנָּ֑י/ו צָרִ֓/י יִלְט֖וֹשׁ עֵינָ֣י/ו לִֽ/י
English Translation
He has torn me apart, and he has hated me; he gnashes his teeth at me; my adversary sharpens his eyes upon me.
AI translation from hebrew via gpt-4o-mini
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Chapter 16 Context
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Then Job answered and said,
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I have heard many such things: Miserable comforters are ye all.
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Shall vain words have an end? Or what provoketh thee that thou answerest?
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I also could speak as ye do; If your soul were in my soul`s stead, I could join words together again...
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[But] I would strengthen you with my mouth, And the solace of my lips would assuage [your grief].
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Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged; And though I forbear, what am I eased?
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But now he hath made me weary: Thou hast made desolate all my company.
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And thou hast laid fast hold on me, [which] is a witness [against me]: And my leanness riseth...
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9
He hath torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me; He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth: Mine advers...
10
They have gaped upon me with their mouth; They have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully: They ga...
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God (Elohim) delivereth me to the ungodly, And casteth me into the hands of the wicked.
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I was at ease, and he brake me asunder; Yea, he hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces:...
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His archers compass me round about; He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out...
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He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He runneth upon me like a giant.
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I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And have laid my horn in the dust.
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16
My face is red with weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
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Although there is no violence in my hands, And my prayer is pure.
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18
O earth, cover not thou my blood, And let my cry have no [resting] -place.
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Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven, And he that voucheth for me is on high.
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My friends scoff at me: [But] mine eye poureth out tears unto God (Elohim),
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That he would maintain the right of a man with God (Elohim), And of a son of man with his neighbor!
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For when a few years are come, I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
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