Job 7:15
So that my soul chooseth strangling, And death rather than [these] my bones.
So that my soul chooseth strangling, And death rather than [these] my bones.
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16I loathe [my life] ; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.
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.
1My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
3Therefore now, O Jehovah, take, I beseech thee, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live.
14Then thou scarest me with dreams, And terrifiest me through visions:
1My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
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?
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.
20Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
13Oh that thou wouldest hide me in Sheol, That thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, That thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!
14If a man die, shall he live [again] ? All the days of my warfare would I wait, Till my release should come.
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.
3The cords of death compassed me, And the pains of Sheol gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.
4My heart is sore pained within me: And the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
18Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me.
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.
3For my soul is full of troubles, And my life draweth nigh unto Sheol.
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.
20So that his life abhorreth bread, And his soul dainty food.
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.
6The cords of Sheol were round about me; The snares of death came upon me.
19Who is he that will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the ghost.
5The cords of Sheol were round about me; The snares of death came upon me.
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.
13If I look for Sheol as my house; If I have spread my couch in the darkness;
5By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my flesh.
22Yea, his soul draweth near unto the pit, And his life to the destroyers.
5Let the enemy pursue my soul, and overtake it; Yea, let him tread my life down to the earth, And lay my glory in the dust. {{Selah
12My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me as a shepherd's tent: I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life; he will cut me off from the loom: From day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
13I quieted [myself] until morning; as a lion, so he breaketh all my bones: From day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
21Who long for death, but it cometh not, And dig for it more than for hid treasures;
19How long wilt thou not look away from me, Nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
11Why died I not from the womb? Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bare me?
2Lest they tear my soul like a lion, Rending it in pieces, while there is none to deliver.
15I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: While I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he hath made me desolate.
23For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, And to the house appointed for all living.
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.
6My soul hath long had her dwelling With him that hateth peace.
18He keepeth back his soul from the pit, And his life from perishing by the sword.
15And if thou deal thus with me, kill me, I pray thee, out of hand, if I have found favor in thy sight; and let me not see my wretchedness.
2As God liveth, who hath taken away my right, And the Almighty, who hath vexed my soul: