Job 10:1
My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.
My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.
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11 So I will not keep my mouth shut; I will let the words come from it in the pain of my spirit, my soul will make a bitter outcry.
12 Am I a sea, or a sea-beast, that you put a watch over me?
13 When I say, In my bed I will have comfort, there I will get rest from my disease;
2 I will say to God, Do not put me down as a sinner; make clear to me what you have against me.
15 What am I to say? seeing that it is he who has done it: all my time of sleeping I am turning from side to side without rest.
4 As for me, is my outcry against man? is it then to be wondered at if my spirit is troubled?
18 He would not let me take my breath, but I would be full of bitter grief.
9 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body.
10 My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.
20 Are not the days of my life small in number? Let your eyes be turned away from me, so that I may have a little pleasure,
27 If I say, I will put my grief out of mind, I will let my face be sad no longer and I will be bright;
28 I go in fear of all my pains; I am certain that I will not be free from sin in your eyes.
16 But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
2 Even today my outcry is bitter; his hand is hard on my sorrow.
3 The evil man has gone after my soul; my life is crushed down to the earth: he has put me in the dark, like those who have long been dead.
4 Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
15 So that a hard death seems better to my soul than my pains.
16 I have no desire for life, I would not be living for ever! Keep away from me, for my days are as a breath.
19 Is any one able to take up the argument against me? If so, I would keep quiet and give up my breath.
3 For my soul is full of evils, and my life has come near to the underworld.
2 I put all my sorrows before him; and made clear to him all my trouble.
9 If only he would be pleased to put an end to me; and would let loose his hand, so that I might be cut off!
10 So I would still have comfort, and I would have joy in the pains of death, for I have not been false to the words of the Holy One.
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
13 Keep quiet, and let me say what is in my mind, whatever may come to me.
14 I will take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand.
15 Truly, he will put an end to me; I have no hope; but I will not give way in argument before him;
24 In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.
2 By the life of God, who has taken away my right; and of the Ruler of all, who has made my soul bitter;
18 Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
2 How long is my soul to be in doubt, with sorrow in my heart all the day? how long will he who is against me be given power over me?
6 If I say what is in my mind, my pain becomes no less: and if I keep quiet, how much of it goes from me?
7 But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.
3 So now, O Lord, give ear to my prayer and take my life from me; for death is better for me than life.
3 My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long?
2 How long will you make my life bitter, crushing me with words?
17 My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
10 I said, In the quiet of my days I am going down into the underworld: the rest of my years are being taken away from me.
2 Give thought to me, and let my prayer be answered: I have been made low in sorrow;
20 Why does he give light to him who is in trouble, and life to the bitter in soul;
19 Sorrow is mine for I am wounded! my wound may not be made well; and I said, Cruel is my disease, I may not be free from it.
6 The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes.
9 I will say to God my Rock, Why have you let me go from your memory? why do I go in sorrow because of the attacks of my haters?
10 No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
18 Why then did you make me come out of my mother's body? It would have been better for me to have taken my last breath, and for no eye to have seen me,
22 Let all their evil-doing come before you; do to them as you have done to me for all my sins: for loud is the sound of my grief, and the strength of my heart is gone.
3 I will keep God in memory, with sounds of grief; my thoughts are troubled, and my spirit is overcome. (Selah.)
11 Why are you crushed down, O my soul? and why are you troubled in me? put your hope in God; for I will again give him praise who is my help and my God.
5 Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
4 My heart is deeply wounded, and the fear of death has come on me.