Job 19:2
How long will you make my life bitter, crushing me with words?
How long will you make my life bitter, crushing me with words?
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1 And Job made answer and said,
3 Ten times now you have made sport of me; it gives you no sense of shame to do me wrong.
2 How long will it be before you have done talking? Get wisdom, and then we will say what is in our minds.
3 Why do we seem as beasts in your eyes, and as completely without knowledge?
3 My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long?
17 For I would be crushed by his storm, my wounds would be increased without cause.
18 He would not let me take my breath, but I would be full of bitter grief.
1 And Job again took up the word and said,
2 By the life of God, who has taken away my right; and of the Ruler of all, who has made my soul bitter;
19 How long will it be before your eyes are turned away from me, so that I may have a minute's breathing-space?
1 And Job made answer and said,
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.
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.
2 How long will you say these things, and how long will the words of your mouth be like a strong wind?
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?
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.
14 I am broken with wound after wound; he comes rushing on me like a man of war.
22 Why are you cruel to me, like God, for ever saying evil against me?
4 My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
5 He has put up a wall against me, shutting me in with bitter sorrow.
4 As for me, is my outcry against man? is it then to be wondered at if my spirit is troubled?
1 And Job made answer and said,
2 Even today my outcry is bitter; his hand is hard on my 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.
2 I will say to God, Do not put me down as a sinner; make clear to me what you have against me.
13 So that you are turning your spirit against God, and letting such words go out of your mouth?
16 By him my teeth have been broken with crushed stones, and I am bent low in the dust.
5 Every day they make wrong use of my words; all their thoughts are against me for evil.
11 By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
26 My words may seem wrong to you, but the words of him who has no hope are for the wind.
5 If you make yourselves great against me, using my punishment as an argument against me,
4 Words of pride come from their lips; all the workers of evil say great things of themselves.
5 Your people are crushed by them, O Lord, your heritage is troubled,
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.
2 Job made answer and said,
9 I am broken by his wrath, and his hate has gone after me; he has made his teeth sharp against me: my haters are looking on me with cruel eyes;
10 Their mouths are open wide against me; the blows of his bitter words are falling on my face; all of them come together in a mass against me.
2 If only my passion might be measured, and put into the scales against my trouble!
1 Then Job made answer and said,
2 Give attention with care to my words; and let this be your comfort.
5 Then will his angry words come to their ears, and by his wrath they will be troubled:
19 Is any one able to take up the argument against me? If so, I would keep quiet and give up my breath.
12 I was in comfort, but I have been broken up by his hands; he has taken me by the neck, shaking me to bits; he has put me up as a mark for his arrows.
10 No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
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.
3 How long will you go on designing evil against a man? running against him as against a broken wall, which is on the point of falling?