Job 23:2
Even to-day is my complaint rebellious: My stroke is heavier than my groaning.
Even to-day is my complaint rebellious: My stroke is heavier than my groaning.
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1Then Job answered and said,
1Then Job answered and said,
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.
3Oh that I knew where I might find him! That I might come even to his seat!
1My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
4As for me, is my complaint to man? And why should I not be impatient?
2And Job answered and said:
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.
1I am the man that hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.
24For my sighing cometh before I eat, And my groanings are poured out like water.
6I am pained and bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
19Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is [my] grief, and I must bear it.
12Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? Behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow, which is brought upon me, Wherewith Jehovah hath afflicted [me] in the day of his fierce anger.
13From on high hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them; He hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: He hath made me desolate and faint all the day.
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:
1Then Job answered and said,
2How long will ye vex my soul, And break me in pieces with words?
21They have heard that I sigh; there is none to comfort me; all mine enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that thou hast done it: Thou wilt bring the day that thou hast proclaimed, and they shall be like unto 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.
14For all the day long have I been plagued, And chastened every morning.
17For I am ready to fall, And my sorrow is continually before me.
21For my soul was grieved, And I was pricked in my heart:
19He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, And with continual strife in his bones;
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.
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.
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.
3Surely against me he turneth his hand again and again all the day.
6Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged; And though I forbear, what am I eased?
2I pour out my complaint before him; I show before him my trouble.
18He will not suffer me to take my breath, But filleth me with bitterness.
18Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me.
6Notwithstanding my right I am [accounted] a liar; My wound is incurable, [though I am] without transgression.
39Wherefore doth a living man complain, a man for the punishment of his sins?
23He weakened my strength in the way; He shortened my days.
13When I say, My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint;
16And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
7There the upright might reason with him; So should I be delivered for ever from my judge.
10As with a sword in my bones, mine adversaries reproach me, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
2For thine arrows stick fast in me, And thy hand presseth me sore.
1Then Job answered and said,
2I have heard many such things: Miserable comforters are ye all.
38If my land crieth out against me, And the furrows thereof weep together;
19He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
5He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall and travail.
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.
10Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
35They have stricken me, [shalt thou say], and I was not hurt; They have beaten me, and I felt it not: When shall I awake? I will seek it yet again.
27If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will put off my [sad] countenance, and be of good cheer;