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The rod of my anger is failing.
Proverbs 22:8
He that soweth iniquity shall reap vanity:
and the rod of his anger shall fail.
My breath rots
Job 17
My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct,
the graves are ready for me.
Job 10
My soul is weary of my life;
I will leave my complaint upon myself;
I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2
I will say unto God, Do not condemn me;
shew me wherefore thou contendest with me.
3
Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress,
that thou shouldest despise the work of thine hands,
and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
4
Hast thou eyes of flesh?
or seest thou as man seeth?
5
Are thy days as the days of man?
are thy years as man’s days,
6
that thou enquirest after mine iniquity,
and searchest after my sin?
7
Thou knowest that I am not wicked;
and there is none that can deliver out of thine hand.
8
Thine hands have made me
and fashioned me together round about;
yet thou dost destroy me.
9
Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay;
and wilt thou bring me into dust again?
Job 9
Then Job answered and said,
2
I know it is so of a truth:
but how should man be just with God?
3
If he will contend with him,
he cannot answer him one of a thousand.
4
He is wise in heart, and mighty in strength:
who hath hardened himself against him, and hath prospered?
5
Which removeth the mountains, and they know not:
which overturneth them in his anger.
6
Which shaketh the earth out of her place,
and the pillars thereof tremble.
Job 6
But Job answered and said,
2
Oh that my grief were throughly weighed,
and my calamity laid in the balances together!
3
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea:
therefore my words are swallowed up.
4
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me,
the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit:
the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
Psalm 28
A Psalm of David.
1
Unto thee will I cry, O Lord my rock;
be not silent to me:
lest, if thou be silent to me,
I become like them that go down into the pit.
2
Hear the voice of my supplications, when I cry unto thee,
when I lift up my hands toward thy holy oracle.
3
Draw me not away with the wicked, and with the workers of iniquity,
which speak peace to their neighbours, but mischief is in their hearts.
4
Give them according to their deeds,
and according to the wickedness of their endeavours:
give them after the work of their hands;
render to them their desert.
5
Because they regard not the works of the Lord,
nor the operation of his hands,
he shall destroy them, and not build them up.
6
Blessed be the Lord,
because he hath heard the voice of my supplications.
7
The Lord is my strength and my shield;
my heart trusted in him, and I am helped:
therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth;
and with my song will I praise him.
8
The Lord is their strength,
and he is the saving strength of his anointed.
9
Save thy people, and bless thine inheritance:
feed them also, and lift them up for ever.
Proverbs 22:8
He that soweth iniquity shall reap vanity:
and the rod of his anger shall fail.
My breath rots
Job 17
My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct,
the graves are ready for me.
Job 10
My soul is weary of my life;
I will leave my complaint upon myself;
I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2
I will say unto God, Do not condemn me;
shew me wherefore thou contendest with me.
3
Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress,
that thou shouldest despise the work of thine hands,
and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
4
Hast thou eyes of flesh?
or seest thou as man seeth?
5
Are thy days as the days of man?
are thy years as man’s days,
6
that thou enquirest after mine iniquity,
and searchest after my sin?
7
Thou knowest that I am not wicked;
and there is none that can deliver out of thine hand.
8
Thine hands have made me
and fashioned me together round about;
yet thou dost destroy me.
9
Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay;
and wilt thou bring me into dust again?
Job 9
Then Job answered and said,
2
I know it is so of a truth:
but how should man be just with God?
3
If he will contend with him,
he cannot answer him one of a thousand.
4
He is wise in heart, and mighty in strength:
who hath hardened himself against him, and hath prospered?
5
Which removeth the mountains, and they know not:
which overturneth them in his anger.
6
Which shaketh the earth out of her place,
and the pillars thereof tremble.
Job 6
But Job answered and said,
2
Oh that my grief were throughly weighed,
and my calamity laid in the balances together!
3
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea:
therefore my words are swallowed up.
4
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me,
the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit:
the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
Psalm 28
A Psalm of David.
1
Unto thee will I cry, O Lord my rock;
be not silent to me:
lest, if thou be silent to me,
I become like them that go down into the pit.
2
Hear the voice of my supplications, when I cry unto thee,
when I lift up my hands toward thy holy oracle.
3
Draw me not away with the wicked, and with the workers of iniquity,
which speak peace to their neighbours, but mischief is in their hearts.
4
Give them according to their deeds,
and according to the wickedness of their endeavours:
give them after the work of their hands;
render to them their desert.
5
Because they regard not the works of the Lord,
nor the operation of his hands,
he shall destroy them, and not build them up.
6
Blessed be the Lord,
because he hath heard the voice of my supplications.
7
The Lord is my strength and my shield;
my heart trusted in him, and I am helped:
therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth;
and with my song will I praise him.
8
The Lord is their strength,
and he is the saving strength of his anointed.
9
Save thy people, and bless thine inheritance:
feed them also, and lift them up for ever.