Job 7:12
Am I a sea, or a sea-beast, that you put a watch over me?
Am I a sea, or a sea-beast, that you put a watch over me?
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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.
13When I say, In my bed I will have comfort, there I will get rest from my disease;
17What is man, that you have made him great, and that your attention is fixed on him,
18And that your hand is on him every morning, and that you are testing him every minute?
19How long will it be before your eyes are turned away from me, so that I may have a minute's breathing-space?
20If I have done wrong, what have I done to you, O keeper of men? why have you made me a mark for your blows, so that I am a weariness to myself?
21And why do you not take away my sin, and let my wrongdoing be ended? for now I go down to the dust, and you will be searching for me with care, but I will be gone.
4As for me, is my outcry against man? is it then to be wondered at if my spirit is troubled?
3In my trouble I was crying to the Lord, and he gave me an answer; out of the deepest underworld I sent up a cry, and you gave ear to my voice.
4For you have put me down into the deep, into the heart of the sea; and the river was round about me; all your waves and your rolling waters went over me.
5And I said, I have been sent away from before your eyes; how may I ever again see your holy Temple?
19Is any one able to take up the argument against me? If so, I would keep quiet and give up my breath.
14He has made men like the fishes of the sea, like the worms which have no ruler over them.
13I have no help in myself, and wisdom is completely gone from me.
7Truly, 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.
24In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.
3So I have for my heritage months of pain to no purpose, and nights of weariness are given to me.
4When I go to my bed, I say, When will it be time to get up? but the night is long, and I am turning from side to side till morning light.
6The 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.
6That you take note of my sin, searching after my wrongdoing,
7Though you see that I am not an evil-doer; and there is no one who is able to take a man out of your hands?
7Deep is sounding to deep at the noise of your waterfalls; all your waves have gone rolling over me.
16And that if there was cause for pride, you would go after me like a lion; and again put out your wonders against me:
17That you would send new witnesses against me, increasing your wrath against me, and letting loose new armies on me.
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,
7The weight of your wrath is crushing me, all your waves have overcome me. (Selah.)
16Have you come into the springs of the sea, walking in the secret places of the deep?
8Let them be covered together in the dust; let their faces be dark in the secret place of the underworld.
1My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.
2I will say to God, Do not put me down as a sinner; make clear to me what you have against me.
7He has put a wall round me, so that I am not able to go out; he has made great the weight of my chain.
13If only you would keep me safe in the underworld, putting me in a secret place till your wrath is past, giving me a fixed time when I might come to your memory again!
24Why is your face veiled from me, as if I was numbered among your haters?
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,
16For now my steps are numbered by you, and my sin is not overlooked.
4You keep my eyes from sleep; I am so troubled that no words come.
3Is it on such a one as this that your eyes are fixed, with the purpose of judging him?
3For then its weight would be more than the sand of the seas: because of this my words have been uncontrolled.
13So that you are turning your spirit against God, and letting such words go out of your mouth?
1He is so cruel that no one is ready to go against him. Who then is able to keep his place before me?
14I will take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand.
20You give no answer to my cry, and take no note of my prayer.
7I keep watch like a bird by itself on the house-top.
3Why do we seem as beasts in your eyes, and as completely without knowledge?
18He would not let me take my breath, but I would be full of bitter grief.
28I go in fear of all my pains; I am certain that I will not be free from sin in your eyes.
22Lifting me up, you make me go on the wings of the wind; I am broken up by the storm.
22Then at the sound of your voice I will give answer; or let me put forward my cause for you to give me an answer.
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.
15Let me not be covered by the flowing waters; let not the deep waters go over my head, and let me not be shut up in the underworld.