His archers compass me round about, he splits my reins asunder, and does not spare; he pours out my gall on the ground. Treasury of Scripture archers Job 6:4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof drinks up my spirit... Genesis 49:23 The archers have sorely grieved him, and shot at him, and hated him: Psalm 7:12,13 If he turn not, he will whet his sword; he has bent his bow, and made it ready... he cleaveth Job 19:27 Whom I shall see for myself, and my eyes shall behold, and not another; though my reins be consumed within me. Lamentations 3:13 He has caused the arrows of his quiver to enter into my reins. doth Job 6:10 Then should I yet have comfort; yes, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare... Deuteronomy 29:20 The LORD will not spare him, but then the anger of the LORD and his jealousy shall smoke against that man... Ezekiel 5:11 Why, as I live, said the Lord GOD; Surely, because you have defiled my sanctuary with all your detestable things... Romans 8:32 He that spared not his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how shall he not with him also freely give us all things? 2 Peter 2:5 And spared not the old world, but saved Noah the eighth person, a preacher of righteousness... poureth Job 20:25 It is drawn, and comes out of the body; yes, the glittering sword comes out of his gall: terrors are on him. Lamentations 2:11 My eyes do fail with tears, my bowels are troubled, my liver is poured on the earth, for the destruction of the daughter of my people...
Context Job: Poor Comforters Are You
1Then Job answered and said, 2I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are you all. 3Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldens you that you answer? 4I also could speak as you do: if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could heap up words against you, and shake my head at you. 5But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should assuage your grief. 6Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased? 7But now he has made me weary: you have made desolate all my company. 8And you have filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me bears witness to my face. 9He tears me in his wrath, who hates me: he gnashes on me with his teeth; my enemy sharpens his eyes on me. 10They have gaped on me with their mouth; they have smitten me on the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me. 11God has delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked. 12I was at ease, but he has broken me asunder: he has also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark. 13His archers compass me round about, he splits my reins asunder, and does not spare; he pours out my gall on the ground. 14He breaks me with breach on breach, he runs on me like a giant. 15I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust. 16My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death; 17Not for any injustice in my hands: also my prayer is pure. 18O earth, cover not you my blood, and let my cry have no place. 19Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high. 20My friends scorn me: but my eye pours out tears to God. 21O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleads for his neighbor! 22When a few years are come, then I shall go the way from where I shall not return. Parallel Verses American Standard Version
His archers compass me round about; He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.
Douay-Rheims Bible
He hath compassed me round about with his lances, he hath wounded my loins, he hath not spared, and hath poured out my bowels on the earth.
Darby Bible Translation
His arrows encompass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
King James Bible
His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
Young's Literal Translation
Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
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