Talált 19150 Eredmények: Or
Terrors threaten him from all sides following him step by step. (Job 18, 11)
Disease devours his skin, Death's First-Born gnaws his limbs. (Job 18, 13)
He will be torn from the shelter of his tent, and you will drag him to the King of Terrors. (Job 18, 14)
His memory fades from the land, his name is forgotten in the countryside. (Job 18, 17)
Driven from the light into the darkness, he is banished from the world, (Job 18, 18)
without issue or posterity among his own people or a single survivor where he used to live. (Job 18, 19)
His end appals the west and fills the east with terror. (Job 18, 20)
How much longer are you going to torment me and crush me by your speeches? (Job 19, 2)
Even if I had gone astray, my error would still be my own affair. (Job 19, 4)
But, whereas you take this superior attitude and claim that my disgrace is my own fault, (Job 19, 5)
He has deprived me of my glory and taken the crown from my head. (Job 19, 9)
His troops have come in force, directing their line of advance towards me, they are now encamped round my tent. (Job 19, 12)
