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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4 When 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.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
7 Oh remember that my life is a breath: Mine eye shall no more see good.
1 Is there not a warfare to man upon earth? And are not his days like the days of a hireling?
2 As a servant that earnestly desireth the shadow, And as a hireling that looketh for his wages:
7 But now he hath made me weary: Thou hast made desolate all my company.
5 He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall and travail.
6 He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
7 He hath walled me about, that I cannot go forth; he hath made my chain heavy.
6 I am weary with my groaning; Every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
7 Mine eye wasteth away because of grief; It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.
40 Thus I was; in the day the drought consumed me, and the frost by night; and my sleep fled from mine eyes.
6 As 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.
7 Lo, let that night be barren; Let no joyful voice come therein.
11 Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12 Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, That thou settest a watch over me?
13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint;
16 And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the [pains] that gnaw me take no rest.
23 For 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.
16 I loathe [my life] ; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, Even the thoughts of my heart.
12 They change the night into day: The light, [say they], is near unto the darkness.
13 If I look for Sheol as my house; If I have spread my couch in the darkness;
20 Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
6 But he hath made me a byword of the people; And they spit in my face.
7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, And all my members are as a shadow.
1 I am the man that hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.
2 He hath led me and caused me to walk in darkness, and not in light.
3 Surely against me he turneth his hand again and again all the day.
3 Let the day perish wherein I was born, And the night which said, There is a man-child conceived.
12 My 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.
13 I 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.
20 Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, And life unto the bitter in soul;
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, And my years with sighing: My strength faileth because of mine iniquity, And my bones are wasted away.
20 If 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?
21 And 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.
14 For all the day long have I been plagued, And chastened every morning.
3 When his lamp shined upon my head, And by his light I walked through darkness;
1 My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
11 He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he hath made me desolate.
16 Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, As infants that never saw light.
3 For 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.
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; My heart within me is desolate.
17 Because I was not cut off before the darkness, Neither did he cover the thick darkness from my face.
13 For now should I have lain down and been quiet; I should have slept; then had I been at rest,
9 Let 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:
13 Oh 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!
19 He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.