Job 19:17
My breath is strange to my wife, and I am disgusting to the offspring of my mother's body.
My breath is strange to my wife, and I am disgusting to the offspring of my mother's body.
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13He has taken my brothers far away from me; they have seen my fate and have become strange to me.
14My relations and my near friends have given me up, and those living in my house have put me out of their minds.
15I am strange to my women-servants, and seem to them as one from another country.
16At my cry my servant gives me no answer, and I have to make a prayer to him.
18Even young children have no respect for me; when I get up their backs are turned on me.
19All the men of my circle keep away from me; and those dear to me are turned against me.
20My bones are joined to my skin, and I have got away with my flesh in my teeth.
21Have pity on me, have pity on me, O my friends! for the hand of God is on me.
1My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
18He would not let me take my breath, but I would be full of bitter grief.
15If I would make clear what it is like, I would say, You are false to the generation of your children.
12Let my prayer come to your ears, O Lord, and give attention to my cry, make an answer to my weeping: for my time here is short before you, and in a little time I will be gone, like all my fathers.
3(For all my breath is still in me, and the spirit of God is my life;)
27A secret feeling of worship came into my heart, and my hand gave kisses from my mouth;
9Lord, all my desire is before you; my sorrow is not kept secret from you.
10My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
11My lovers and my friends keep away from my disease; my relations keep far away.
15So that a hard death seems better to my soul than my pains.
9If my heart went after another man's wife, or if I was waiting secretly at my neighbour's door;
10Then let my wife give pleasure to another man and let others make use of her body.
10My 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.
19Is any one able to take up the argument against me? If so, I would keep quiet and give up my breath.
20Why let yourself, my son, go out of the way with a strange woman, and take another woman in your arms?
19How long will it be before your eyes are turned away from me, so that I may have a minute's breathing-space?
40This was my condition, wasted by heat in the day and by the bitter cold at night; and sleep went from my eyes.
11So 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.
4As for me, is my outcry against man? is it then to be wondered at if my spirit is troubled?
20Are 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,
18With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
19Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
20See, O Lord, for I am in trouble; the inmost parts of my body are deeply moved; my heart is turned in me; for I have been uncontrolled: outside the children are put to the sword, and in the house there is death.
24In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.
27Whom I will see on my side, and not as one strange to me. My heart is broken with desire.
3Ten times now you have made sport of me; it gives you no sense of shame to do me wrong.
21My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
8I have become strange to my brothers, and like a man from a far country to my mother's children.
12Why did the knees take me, or why the breasts that they might give me milk?
22And as for me, I said in my fear, I am cut off from before your eyes; but you gave ear to the voice of my prayer, when my cry went up to you.
13I have no help in myself, and wisdom is completely gone from me.
4My heart is broken; it has become dry and dead like grass, so that I give no thought to food.
5Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
6If I say what is in my mind, my pain becomes no less: and if I keep quiet, how much of it goes from me?
15My throat is dry like a broken vessel; my tongue is fixed to the roof of my mouth, and the dust of death is on my lips.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
2What am I to say to you, O Lemuel, my oldest son? and what, O son of my body? and what, O son of my oaths?
2Take up the cause against your mother, take it up, for she is not my wife, and I am not her husband; let her put away her loose ways from her face, and her false ways from between her breasts;
16For 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.
18Why 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,
14I will take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand.
1My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.