Job 6:3
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas: Therefore have my words been rash.
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas: Therefore have my words been rash.
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1Then Job answered and said,
2Oh that my vexation were but weighed, And all my calamity laid in the balances!
4For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up: The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
24For my sighing cometh before I eat, And my groanings are poured out like water.
25For the thing which I fear cometh upon me, And that which I am afraid of cometh unto me.
7My soul refuseth to touch [them] ; They are as loathsome food to me.
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?
6He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
7He hath walled me about, that I cannot go forth; he hath made my chain heavy.
23Oh that my words were now written! Oh that they were inscribed in a book!
16And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
20Shall it be told him that I would speak? Or should a man wish that he were swallowed up?
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; My heart within me is desolate.
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.
6Know now that God hath subverted me [in my cause], And hath compassed me with his net.
19He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
13Is it not that I have no help in me, And that wisdom is driven quite from me?
2Even to-day is my complaint rebellious: My stroke is heavier than my groaning.
16He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones; he hath covered me with ashes.
17And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace; I forgat prosperity.
18And I said, My strength is perished, and mine expectation from Jehovah.
4For mine iniquities are gone over my head: As a heavy burden they are too heavy for me.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he hath made me desolate.
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?
18He will not suffer me to take my breath, But filleth me with bitterness.
23For calamity from God is a terror to me, And by reason of his majesty I can do nothing.
19Who is he that will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the ghost.
3For thou didst cast me into the depth, in the heart of the seas, And the flood was round about me; All thy waves and thy billows passed over me.
36Surely I would carry it upon my shoulder; I would bind it unto me as a crown:
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
9He hath walled up my ways with hewn stone; he hath made my paths crooked.
53They have cut off my life in the dungeon, and have cast a stone upon me.
54Waters flowed over my head; I said, I am cut off.
18For I am full of words; The spirit within me constraineth me.
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.
9The measure thereof is longer than the earth, And broader than the sea.
2How long will ye vex my soul, And break me in pieces with words?
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.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, Even the thoughts of my heart.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd; And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
6I am weary with my groaning; Every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
20Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
12For innumerable evils have compassed me about; Mine iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to look up; They are more than the hairs of my head; And my heart hath failed me.
13His archers compass me round about; He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.
11Or darkness, so that thou canst not see, And abundance of waters cover thee.