1 “My spirit is broken; my days are extinguished; the grave awaits me. 2 Surely mockers surround me, and my eyes must gaze at their rebellion. 3 Give me, I pray, the pledge You demand. Who else will be my guarantor?
Job 17:1–3
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Psalms 39:12–13
12 Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry for help; do not be deaf to my weeping. For I am a foreigner dwelling with You, a stranger like all my fathers. 13 Turn Your gaze away from me, that I may again be cheered before I depart and am no more.”
Job 16:19–21
19 Even now my witness is in heaven, and my advocate is on high. 20 My friends are my scoffers as my eyes pour out tears to God. 21 Oh, that a man might plead with God as he pleads with his neighbor!
Psalms 69:18–20
18 Draw near to my soul and redeem me; ransom me because of my foes. 19 You know my reproach, my shame and disgrace. All my adversaries are before You. 20 Insults have broken my heart, and I am in despair. I looked for sympathy, but there was none, for comforters, but I…
Job 19:20–22
20 My skin and flesh cling to my bones; I have escaped by the skin of my teeth. 21 Have pity on me, my friends, have pity, for the hand of God has struck me. 22 Why do you persecute me as God does? Will you never get enough of my flesh?
Job 31:34–36
34 because I greatly feared the crowds and the contempt of the clans terrified me, so that I kept silent and would not go outside— 35 (Oh, that I had one to hear me! Here is my signature. Let the Almighty answer me; let my accuser compose an indictment. 36 Surely I woul…
Psalms 22:10–12
10 From birth I was cast upon You; from my mother’s womb You have been my God. 11 Be not far from me, for trouble is near and there is no one to help. 12 Many bulls surround me; strong bulls of Bashan encircle me.
Job 13:14–16
14 Why do I put myself at risk and take my life in my own hands? 15 Though He slay me, I will hope in Him. I will still defend my ways to His face. 16 Moreover, this will be my salvation, for no godless man can appear before Him.
Job 16:15–17
15 I have sewn sackcloth over my skin; I have buried my horn in the dust. 16 My face is red with weeping, and deep shadows ring my eyes; 17 yet my hands are free of violence and my prayer is pure.
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