Job 6:4

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?

For your arrows have pierced me, your hand presses hard on me.

Don’t hide your face from your servant, for I am in distress. Answer me speedily!

When they came to Marah, they couldn’t drink from the waters of Marah, for they were bitter. Therefore its name was called Marah.

She said to them, “Don’t call me Naomi. Call me Mara, for the Almighty has dealt very bitterly with me.

Shall not his majesty make you afraid, and his dread fall on you?

Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.

Notwithstanding my right I am considered a liar. My wound is incurable, though I am without disobedience.’

Don’t hide your face from me. Don’t put your servant away in anger. You have been my help. Don’t abandon me, neither forsake me, God of my salvation.

To you, Yahweh, I call. My rock, don’t be deaf to me, lest, if you are silent to me, I would become like those who go down into the pit.

For day and night your hand was heavy on me. My strength was sapped in the heat of summer.

so pursue them with your tempest, and terrify them with your storm.

Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.

Awake, awake! Stand up, Jerusalem, you who have drunk from Yahweh’s hand the cup of his wrath. You have drunken the bowl of the cup of staggering, and drained it.

Therefore they will be like the morning mist, and like the dew that passes away early, like the chaff that is driven with the whirlwind out of the threshing floor, and like the smoke out of the chimney.

But we have renounced the hidden things of shame, not walking in craftiness, nor handling the word of God deceitfully, but by the manifestation of the truth commending ourselves to every man’s conscience in the sight of God.

It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God.

and some save, snatching them out of the fire with fear, hating even the clothing stained by the flesh.

he also will drink of the wine of the wrath of God, which is prepared unmixed in the cup of his anger. He will be tormented with fire and sulfur in the presence of the holy angels, and in the presence of the Lamb.

“I will heap evils on them. I will spend my arrows on them.

Yahweh said to Satan, “Have you considered my servant Job? For there is no one like him in the earth, a blameless and an upright man, one who fears God, and turns away from evil. He still maintains his integrity, although you incited me against him, to ruin him without cause.”

His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my bile on the ground.

He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs at me like a giant.

For in Yahweh’s hand there is a cup, full of foaming wine mixed with spices. He pours it out. Indeed the wicked of the earth drink and drink it to its very dregs.

The clouds poured out water. The skies resounded with thunder. Your arrows also flashed around.

I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.

A glad heart makes a cheerful face, but an aching heart breaks the spirit.

A cheerful heart makes good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.

whose arrows are sharp, and all their bows bent. Their horses’ hoofs will be like flint, and their wheels like a whirlwind.

Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuses to be healed? Will you indeed be to me as a deceitful brook, like waters that fail?

For Yahweh, the God of Israel, says to me: “Take this cup of the wine of wrath from my hand, and cause all the nations to whom I send you to drink it.

He has caused the shafts of his quiver to enter into my kidneys.

The sun and moon stood still in the sky, at the light of your arrows as they went, at the shining of your glittering spear.

Yahweh will be seen over them; and his arrow will go flash like lightning; and the Lord Yahweh will blow the trumpet, and will go with whirlwinds of the south.

Jesus, crying with a loud voice, said, “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit!” Having said this, he breathed his last.

We are therefore ambassadors on behalf of Christ, as though God were entreating by us: we beg you on behalf of Christ, be reconciled to God.

He, in the days of his flesh, having offered up prayers and petitions with strong crying and tears to him who was able to save him from death, and having been heard for his godly fear,

Behold, you have driven me out today from the surface of the ground. I will be hidden from your face, and I will be a fugitive and a wanderer in the earth. Whoever finds me will kill me.”

God brings him out of Egypt. He has as it were the strength of the wild ox. He shall consume the nations his adversaries, shall break their bones in pieces, and pierce them with his arrows.

Yahweh confused them before Israel. He killed them with a great slaughter at Gibeon, and chased them by the way of the ascent of Beth Horon, and struck them to Azekah and to Makkedah.

would you then wait until they were grown? Would you then refrain from having husbands? No, my daughters, for it grieves me seriously for your sakes, for Yahweh’s hand has gone out against me.”

But the former governors who were before me were supported by the people, and took bread and wine from them, plus forty shekels of silver; yes, even their servants ruled over the people; but I didn’t do so, because of the fear of God.

For the thing which I fear comes on me, That which I am afraid of comes to me.

As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, so he who goes down to Sheol will come up no more.

Therefore snares are around you. Sudden fear troubles you,

For, behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrows on the strings, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

You have also made my enemies turn their backs to me, that I might cut off those who hate me.

All the ends of the earth shall remember and turn to Yahweh. All the relatives of the nations shall worship before you.

You, Yahweh, when you favored me, made my mountain stand strong; but when you hid your face, I was troubled.

saying, “God has forsaken him. Pursue and take him, for no one will rescue him.”

I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,

Hear my prayer, Yahweh! Let my cry come to you.

My flesh trembles for fear of you. I am afraid of your judgments.

Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.

He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.

The heart knows its own bitterness and joy; he will not share these with a stranger.

A gentle tongue is a tree of life, but deceit in it crushes the spirit.

I have blotted out, as a thick cloud, your transgressions, and, as a cloud, your sins. Return to me, for I have redeemed you.

Don’t be a terror to me. You are my refuge in the day of evil.

For that day is of the Lord, Yahweh of Armies, a day of vengeance, that he may avenge himself of his adversaries. The sword will devour and be satiated, and will drink its fill of their blood; for the Lord, Yahweh of Armies, has a sacrifice in the north country by the river Euphrates.

Why are your strong ones swept away? They didn’t stand, because Yahweh pushed them.

He has bent his bow like an enemy. He has stood with his right hand as an adversary. Has killed all that were pleasant to the eye. In the tent of the daughter of Zion, he has poured out his wrath like fire.

My eyes fail with tears. My heart is troubled. My liver is poured on the earth, because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because the young children and the infants swoon in the streets of the city.

He has bent his bow, and set me as a mark for the arrow.

About the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, “Eli, Eli, lima sabachthani?” That is, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”

Count it all joy, my brothers, when you fall into various temptations,

Wherein you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while, if need be, you have been grieved in various trials,

I will make my arrows drunk with blood. My sword shall devour flesh with the blood of the slain and the captives, from the head of the leaders of the enemy.”

Do you intend to reprove words, since the speeches of one who is desperate are as wind?

If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men? Why have you set me as a mark for you, so that I am a burden to myself?

For he breaks me with a storm, and multiplies my wounds without cause.

Terrors will make him afraid on every side, and will chase him at his heels.

“Have pity on me. Have pity on me, you my friends; for the hand of God has touched me.

He draws it out, and it comes out of his body. Yes, the glittering point comes out of his liver. Terrors are on him.

Let his own eyes see his destruction. Let him drink of the wrath of the Almighty.

For calamity from God is a terror to me. Because of his majesty, I can do nothing.

Beware lest you say, ‘We have found wisdom. God may refute him, not man;’

He has also prepared for himself the instruments of death. He makes ready his flaming arrows.

He sent out his arrows, and scattered them; Yes, great lightning bolts, and routed them.

For you will make them turn their back, when you aim drawn bows at their face.

Your arrows are sharp. The nations fall under you, with arrows in the heart of the king’s enemies.

Fearfulness and trembling have come on me. Horror has overwhelmed me.

But God will shoot at them. They will be suddenly struck down with an arrow.

I remember God, and I groan. I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed.

Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves.

My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, for I forget to eat my bread.

for I am poor and needy. My heart is wounded within me.

Hurry to answer me, Yahweh. My spirit fails. Don’t hide your face from me, so that I don’t become like those who go down into the pit.

A man’s spirit will sustain him in sickness, but a crushed spirit, who can bear?

At the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, “Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?” which is, being interpreted, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”

Knowing therefore the fear of the Lord, we persuade men, but we are revealed to God, and I hope that we are revealed also in your consciences.

You shall not be afraid of the terror by night, nor of the arrow that flies by day,