Job 16:6
Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged; And though I forbear, what am I eased?
Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged; And though I forbear, what am I eased?
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2I have heard many such things: Miserable comforters are ye all.
3Shall vain words have an end? Or what provoketh thee that thou answerest?
4I also could speak as ye do; If your soul were in my soul's stead, I could join words together against you, And shake my head at you.
5[ But] I would strengthen you with my mouth, And the solace of my lips would assuage [your grief] .
8Oh that I might have my request; And that God would grant [me] the thing that I long for!
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.
11What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is mine end, that I should be patient?
7But now he hath made me weary: Thou hast made desolate all my company.
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.
27If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will put off my [sad] countenance, and be of good cheer;
18Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me.
19Who is he that will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the ghost.
20Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
4As for me, is my complaint to man? And why should I not be impatient?
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.
2I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; And my sorrow was stirred.
1My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
13Is it not that I have no help in me, And that wisdom is driven quite from me?
2Oh that my vexation were but weighed, And all my calamity laid in the balances!
3For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas: Therefore have my words been rash.
15I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And have laid my horn in the dust.
16My face is red with weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
2Even to-day is my complaint rebellious: My stroke is heavier than my groaning.
13Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak; And let come on me what will.
17For I am ready to fall, And my sorrow is continually before me.
6I am weary with my groaning; Every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
16And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
18He will not suffer me to take my breath, But filleth me with bitterness.
24For my sighing cometh before I eat, And my groanings are poured out like water.
3When I kept silence, my bones wasted away Through my groaning all the day long.
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.
19Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is [my] grief, and I must bear it.
3Thou didst say, Woe is me now! for Jehovah hath added sorrow to my pain; I am weary with my groaning, and I find no rest.
2How long will ye vex my soul, And break me in pieces with words?
20I will speak, that I may be refreshed; I will open my lips and answer.
8I am faint and sore bruised: I have groaned by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
16I call unto my servant, and he giveth me no answer, [Though] I entreat him with my mouth.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; My heart within me is desolate.
13When I say, My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint;
17And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace; I forgat prosperity.
16For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water; Because the comforter that should refresh my soul is far from me: My children are desolate, because the enemy hath prevailed.
15If I had said, I will speak thus; Behold, I had dealt treacherously with the generation of thy children.
16When I thought how I might know this, It was too painful for me;
2If one assay to commune with thee, wilt thou be grieved? But who can withhold himself from speaking?
6I am pained and bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
15Behold, he will slay me; I have no hope: Nevertheless I will maintain my ways before him.
3My soul also is sore troubled: And thou, O Jehovah, how long?
18Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuseth to be healed? wilt thou indeed be unto me as a deceitful [brook], as waters that fail?
27My heart is troubled, and resteth not; Days of affliction are come upon me.