Job 23:2
Even today my outcry is bitter; his hand is hard on my sorrow.
Even today my outcry is bitter; his hand is hard on my sorrow.
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1And Job made answer and said,
1And Job made answer and said,
2If only my passion might be measured, and put into the scales against my trouble!
3For then its weight would be more than the sand of the seas: because of this my words have been uncontrolled.
3If only I had knowledge of where he might be seen, so that I might come even to his seat!
1My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; 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?
2Job made answer and said,
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.
1I am the man who has seen trouble by the rod of his wrath.
24In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.
6I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
19Sorrow 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.
12Come to me, all you who go by! Keep your eyes on me, and see if there is any pain like the pain of my wound, which the Lord has sent on me in the day of his burning wrath.
13From on high he has sent fire into my bones, and it has overcome them: his net is stretched out for my feet, I am turned back by him; he has made me waste and feeble all the day.
1And Job again took up the word and said,
2By the life of God, who has taken away my right; and of the Ruler of all, who has made my soul bitter;
1And Job made answer and said,
2How long will you make my life bitter, crushing me with words?
21Give ear to the voice of my grief; I have no comforter; all my haters have news of my troubles, they are glad because you have done it: let the day of fate come when they will be like me.
22Let 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.
14For I have been troubled all the day; every morning have I undergone punishment.
17My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
21My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
19Pain is sent on him as a punishment, while he is on his bed; there is no end to the trouble in his bones;
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.
15What 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.
10So 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.
3Truly against me his hand has been turned again and again all the day.
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?
2I put all my sorrows before him; and made clear to him all my trouble.
18He would not let me take my breath, but I would be full of bitter grief.
18Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
6Though I am right, still I am in pain; my wound may not be made well, though I have done no wrong.
39What protest may a living man make, even a man about the punishment of his sin?
23He has taken my strength from me in the way; he has made short my days.
13When I say, In my bed I will have comfort, there I will get rest from my disease;
16But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
7There an upright man might put his cause before him; and I would be free for ever from my judge.
10The cruel words of my haters are like a crushing of my bones; when they say to me every day, Where is your God?
2For your arrows have gone into my flesh, and I am crushed under the weight of your hand.
1Then Job made answer and said,
2Such things have frequently come to my ears: you are comforters who only give trouble.
38If my land has made an outcry against me, or the ploughed earth has been in sorrow;
19Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
5He has put up a wall against me, shutting me in with bitter sorrow.
3You 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.
10No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
35They have overcome me, you will say, and I have no pain; they gave me blows without my feeling them: when will I be awake from my wine? I will go after it again.
27If I say, I will put my grief out of mind, I will let my face be sad no longer and I will be bright;