Job 19:2
How long will ye vex my soul, And break me in pieces with words?
How long will ye vex my soul, And break me in pieces with words?
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1Then Job answered and said,
3These ten times have ye reproached me: Ye are not ashamed that ye deal hardly with me.
2How long will ye hunt for words? Consider, and afterwards we will speak.
3Wherefore are we counted as beasts, [And] are become unclean in your sight?
3My soul also is sore troubled: And thou, O Jehovah, how long?
17For he breaketh me with a tempest, And multiplieth my wounds without cause.
18He will not suffer me to take my breath, But filleth me with bitterness.
1And Job again took up his parable, and said,
2As God liveth, who hath taken away my right, And the Almighty, who hath vexed my soul:
19How long wilt thou not look away from me, Nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
1Then Job answered and said,
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] .
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.
2How long wilt thou speak these things? And [how long] shall the words of thy mouth be [like] a mighty wind?
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?
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.
14He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He runneth upon me like a giant.
22Why do ye persecute me as God, And are not satisfied with my flesh?
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
5He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall and travail.
4As for me, is my complaint to man? And why should I not be impatient?
1Then Job answered and said,
2Even to-day is my complaint rebellious: My stroke is heavier than my groaning.
1My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; Show me wherefore thou contendest with me.
13That against God thou turnest thy spirit, And lettest words go out of thy mouth?
16He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones; he hath covered me with ashes.
5All the day long they wrest my words: All their thoughts are against me for evil.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he hath made me desolate.
26Do ye think to reprove words, Seeing that the speeches of one that is desperate are as wind?
5If indeed ye will magnify yourselves against me, And plead against me my reproach;
4They prate, they speak arrogantly: All the workers of iniquity boast themselves.
5They break in pieces thy people, O Jehovah, And afflict thy heritage.
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?
2And Job answered and said:
9He hath torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me; He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth: Mine adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
10They have gaped upon me with their mouth; They have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully: They gather themselves together against me.
2Oh that my vexation were but weighed, And all my calamity laid in the balances!
1Then Job answered and said,
2Hear diligently my speech; And let this be your consolations.
5Then will he speak unto them in his wrath, And vex them in his sore displeasure:
19Who is he that will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the ghost.
12I was at ease, and he brake me asunder; Yea, he hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces: He hath also set me up for his mark.
10Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
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.
3How long will ye set upon a man, That ye may slay [him], all of you, Like a leaning wall, like a tottering fence?