Job 31:38
If my land has made an outcry against me, or the ploughed earth has been in sorrow;
If my land has made an outcry against me, or the ploughed earth has been in sorrow;
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39 If I have taken its produce without payment, causing the death of its owners;
37 I would make clear the number of my steps, I would put it before him like a prince! The words of Job are ended.
7 If my steps have been turned out of the way, or if my heart went after my eyes, or if the property of another is in my hands;
8 Let me put seed in the earth for another to have the fruit of it, and let my produce be uprooted.
12 It would be a fire burning even to destruction, and taking away all my produce.
13 If I did wrong in the cause of my man-servant, or my woman-servant, when they went to law with me;
14 What then will I do when God comes as my judge? and what answer may I give to his questions?
4 As for me, is my outcry against man? is it then to be wondered at if my spirit is troubled?
7 Truly, I make an outcry against the violent man, but there is no answer: I give a cry for help, but no one takes up my cause.
8 My way is walled up by him so that I may not go by: he has made my roads dark.
5 If you make yourselves great against me, using my punishment as an argument against me,
24 In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.
18 O earth, let not my blood be covered, and let my cry have no resting-place!
40 This was my condition, wasted by heat in the day and by the bitter cold at night; and sleep went from my eyes.
25 Have I not been weeping for the crushed? and was not my soul sad for him who was in need?
35 If only God would give ear to me, and the Ruler of all would give me an answer! or if what he has against me had been put in writing!
31 And my music has been turned to sorrow, and the sound of my pipe into the noise of weeping.
3 The ploughmen were ploughing on my back; long were the wounds they made.
16 I said, Let them not be glad over me; when my foot is moved, let them not be lifted up with pride against me.
17 My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
18 I will make clear my wrongdoing, with sorrow in my heart for my sin.
16 If I kept back the desire of the poor; if the widow's eye was looking for help to no purpose;
2 Even today my outcry is bitter; his hand is hard on my sorrow.
28 So that the cry of the poor might come up to him, and the prayer of those in need come to his ears.
17 The grains have become small and dry under the spade; the store-houses are made waste, the grain-stores are broken down; for the grain is dry and dead.
18 What sounds of pain come from the beasts! the herds of cattle are at a loss because there is no grass for them; even the flocks of sheep are no longer to be seen.
19 O Lord, my cry goes up to you: for fire has put an end to the grass-lands of the waste, and all the trees of the field are burned with its flame.
19 Is any one able to take up the argument against me? If so, I would keep quiet and give up my breath.
19 If I saw one near to death for need of clothing, and that the poor had nothing covering him;
20 If his back did not give me a blessing, and the wool of my sheep did not make him warm;
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.
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 Give thought to me, and let my prayer be answered: I have been made low in sorrow;
3 O Lord my God, if I have done this; if my hands have done any wrong;
31 Then you will have me pushed into the dust, so that I will seem disgusting to my very clothing.
4 Does he not see my ways, and are not my steps all numbered?
18 Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
2 I put all my sorrows before him; and made clear to him all my trouble.
31 For this cause I will give cries of grief for Moab, crying out for Moab, even for all of it; I will be sorrowing for the men of Kir-heres.
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.
8 Even when I send up a cry for help, he keeps my prayer shut out.
9 He has put up a wall of cut stones about my ways, he has made my roads twisted.
20 My friends make sport of me; to God my eyes are weeping,
17 But if you do not give ear to it, my soul will be weeping in secret for your pride; my eye will be weeping bitterly, streaming with water, because the Lord's flock has been taken away as prisoners.
25 If I was glad because my wealth was great, and because my hand had got together a great store;
12 Let 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.
28 I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.
29 If I was glad at the trouble of my hater, and gave cries of joy when evil overtook him;
14 That, if I did wrong, you would take note of it, and would not make me clear from sin: