Job 16:6
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?
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?
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2 Such things have frequently come to my ears: you are comforters who only give trouble.
3 May words which are like the wind be stopped? or what is troubling you to make answer to them?
4 It would not be hard for me to say such things if your souls were in my soul's place; joining words together against you, and shaking my head at you:
5 I might give you strength with my mouth, and not keep back the comfort of my lips.
8 If only I might have an answer to my prayer, and God would give me my desire!
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.
11 Have I strength to go on waiting, or have I any end to be looking forward to?
7 But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.
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.
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;
18 Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
19 Is any one able to take up the argument against me? If so, I would keep quiet and give up my breath.
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,
4 As for me, is my outcry against man? is it then to be wondered at if my spirit is troubled?
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.
2 I made no sound, I said no word, even of good; and I was moved with sorrow.
1 My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.
13 I have no help in myself, and wisdom is completely gone from me.
2 If only my passion might be measured, and put into the scales against my trouble!
3 For then its weight would be more than the sand of the seas: because of this my words have been uncontrolled.
15 I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
16 My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
2 Even today my outcry is bitter; his hand is hard on my sorrow.
13 Keep quiet, and let me say what is in my mind, whatever may come to me.
17 My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
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.
16 But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
18 He would not let me take my breath, but I would be full of bitter grief.
24 In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.
3 When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day.
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.
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.
3 You said, Sorrow is mine! for the Lord has given me sorrow in addition to my pain; I am tired with the sound of my sorrow, and I get no rest.
2 How long will you make my life bitter, crushing me with words?
20 Let me say what is in my mind, so that I may get comfort; let me give answer with open mouth.
8 I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.
16 At my cry my servant gives me no answer, and I have to make a prayer to him.
4 Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
13 When I say, In my bed I will have comfort, there I will get rest from my disease;
17 My soul is sent far away from peace, I have no more memory of good.
16 For these things I am weeping; my eye is streaming with water; because the comforter who might give me new life is far from me: my children are made waste, because the hater is strong.
15 If I would make clear what it is like, I would say, You are false to the generation of your children.
16 When my thoughts were turned to see the reason of this, it was a weariness in my eyes;
2 If one says a word, will it be a weariness to you? but who is able to keep from saying what is in his mind?
6 I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
15 Truly, he will put an end to me; I have no hope; but I will not give way in argument before him;
3 My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long?
18 Why is my pain unending and my wound without hope of being made well? Sorrow is mine, for you are to me as a stream offering false hope and as waters which are not certain.
27 My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.