Job 7:3
So am I made to possess months of misery, And wearisome nights are appointed to me.
So am I made to possess months of misery, And wearisome nights are appointed to me.
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4When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
7Oh remember that my life is a breath: Mine eye shall no more see good.
1Is there not a warfare to man upon earth? And are not his days like the days of a hireling?
2As a servant that earnestly desireth the shadow, And as a hireling that looketh for his wages:
7But now he hath made me weary: Thou hast made desolate all my company.
5He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall and travail.
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.
6I am weary with my groaning; Every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
7Mine eye wasteth away because of grief; It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.
40Thus I was; in the day the drought consumed me, and the frost by night; and my sleep fled from mine eyes.
6As for that night, let thick darkness seize upon it: Let it not rejoice among the days of the year; Let it not come into the number of the months.
7Lo, let that night be barren; Let no joyful voice come therein.
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?
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.
17In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the [pains] that gnaw me take no rest.
23For all his days are [but] sorrows, and his travail is grief; yea, even in the night his heart taketh no rest. This also is vanity.
16I loathe [my life] ; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, Even the thoughts of my heart.
12They change the night into day: The light, [say they], is near unto the darkness.
13If I look for Sheol as my house; If I have spread my couch in the darkness;
20Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
6But he hath made me a byword of the people; And they spit in my face.
7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, And all my members are as a shadow.
1I am the man that hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.
2He hath led me and caused me to walk in darkness, and not in light.
3Surely against me he turneth his hand again and again all the day.
3Let the day perish wherein I was born, And the night which said, There is a man-child conceived.
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.
20Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, And life unto the bitter in soul;
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.
20If I have sinned, what do I unto thee, O thou watcher of men? Why hast thou set me as a mark for thee, So that I am a burden to myself?
21And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust; And thou wilt seek me diligently, but I shall not be.
14For all the day long have I been plagued, And chastened every morning.
3When his lamp shined upon my head, And by his light I walked through darkness;
1My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he hath made me desolate.
16Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, As infants that never saw light.
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.
17Because I was not cut off before the darkness, Neither did he cover the thick darkness from my face.
13For now should I have lain down and been quiet; I should have slept; then had I been at rest,
9Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark: Let it look for light, but have none; Neither let it behold the eyelids of the morning:
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!
19He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.