Job 10:1
My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
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11Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, That thou settest a watch over me?
13When I say, My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint;
2I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; Show me wherefore thou contendest with me.
15What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it: I shall go softly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul.
4As for me, is my complaint to man? And why should I not be impatient?
18He will not suffer me to take my breath, But filleth me with bitterness.
9Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah, for I am in distress: Mine eye wasteth away with grief, [yea], my soul and my body.
10For my life is spent with sorrow, And my years with sighing: My strength faileth because of mine iniquity, And my bones are wasted away.
20Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
27If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will put off my [sad] countenance, and be of good cheer;
28I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that thou wilt not hold me innocent.
16And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
2Even to-day is my complaint rebellious: My stroke is heavier than my groaning.
3For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; He hath smitten my life down to the ground: He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; My heart within me is desolate.
15So that my soul chooseth strangling, And death rather than [these] my bones.
16I loathe [my life] ; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.
19Who is he that will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the ghost.
3For my soul is full of troubles, And my life draweth nigh unto Sheol.
2I pour out my complaint before him; I show before him my trouble.
9Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
10And be it still my consolation, Yea, let me exult in pain that spareth not, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
1My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
13Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak; And let come on me what will.
14Wherefore should I take my flesh in my teeth, And put my life in my hand?
15Behold, he will slay me; I have no hope: Nevertheless I will maintain my ways before him.
24For my sighing cometh before I eat, And my groanings are poured out like water.
2As God liveth, who hath taken away my right, And the Almighty, who hath vexed my soul:
18Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me.
2How long shall I take counsel in my soul, Having sorrow in my heart all the day? How long shall mine enemy be exalted over me?
6Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged; And though I forbear, what am I eased?
7But now he hath made me weary: Thou hast made desolate all my company.
3Therefore now, O Jehovah, take, I beseech thee, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live.
3My soul also is sore troubled: And thou, O Jehovah, how long?
2How long will ye vex my soul, And break me in pieces with words?
17For I am ready to fall, And my sorrow is continually before me.
10I said, In the noontide of my days I shall go into the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
2Attend unto me, and answer me: I am restless in my complaint, and moan,
20Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, And life unto the bitter in soul;
19Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is [my] grief, and I must bear it.
6I am weary with my groaning; Every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
9I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
10Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
18Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me.
22Let all their wickedness come before thee; And do unto them, as thou hast done unto me for all my transgressions: For my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.
3I remember God, and am disquieted: I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed. {{Selah
11Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; For I shall yet praise him, [Who is] the help of my countenance, and my God.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my flesh.
4My heart is sore pained within me: And the terrors of death are fallen upon me.