Job 7:4
When 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.
When 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.
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3 So I have for my heritage months of pain to no purpose, and nights of weariness are given to 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.
12 Am I a sea, or a sea-beast, that you put a watch over me?
13 When I say, In my bed I will have comfort, there I will get rest from my disease;
14 Then you send dreams to me, and visions of fear;
6 The 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.
5 My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
6 My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.
13 In troubled thoughts from visions of the night, when deep sleep comes on men,
19 How long will it be before your eyes are turned away from me, so that I may have a minute's breathing-space?
20 If 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?
21 And 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.
16 But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
17 The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.
12 My resting-place is pulled up and taken away from me like a herdsman's tent: my life is rolled up like a linen-worker's thread; I am cut off from the cloth on the frame: from day even to night you give me up to pain.
13 I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones.
12 They are changing night into day; they say, The light is near the dark.
13 If I am waiting for the underworld as my house, if I have made my bed in the dark;
2 In the day of my trouble, my heart was turned to the Lord: my hand was stretched out in the night without resting; my soul would not be comforted.
12 So man goes down to his last resting-place and comes not again: till the heavens come to an end, they will not be awake or come out of their sleep.
13 If 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!
40 This was my condition, wasted by heat in the day and by the bitter cold at night; and sleep went from my eyes.
5 I took my rest in sleep, and then again I was awake; for the Lord was my support.
26 At this, awaking from my sleep, I saw; and my sleep was sweet to me.
3 Truly, I will not come into my house, or go to my bed,
4 I will not give sleep to my eyes, or rest to my eyeballs,
14 For I have been troubled all the day; every morning have I undergone punishment.
13 For then I might have gone to my rest in quiet, and in sleep have been in peace,
4 You keep my eyes from sleep; I am so troubled that no words come.
6 I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
4 My mind is wandering, fear has overcome me: the evening of my desire has been turned into shaking for me.
11 If I say, Only let me be covered by the dark, and the light about me be night;
6 When the memory of you comes to me on my bed, and when I give thought to you in the night-time.
20 Are 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,
16 When I gave my mind to the knowledge of wisdom and to seeing the business which is done on the earth (and there are those whose eyes see not sleep by day or by night),
6 The memory of my song comes back to me in the night; my thoughts are moving in my heart; my spirit is searching with care.
16 I have no desire for life, I would not be living for ever! Keep away from me, for my days are as a breath.
24 In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.
35 They 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.
4 Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
19 Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
27 My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.
28 I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.
3 When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day.
23 All his days are sorrow, and his work is full of grief. Even in the night his heart has no rest. This again is to no purpose.
4 As for me, is my outcry against man? is it then to be wondered at if my spirit is troubled?
20 For the bed is not long enough for a man to be stretched out on: and the cover is not wide enough for him to be covered with.
7 But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.
3 My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long?
2 It is of no use for you to get up early, and to go late to your rest, with the bread of sorrow for your food; for the Lord gives to his loved ones in sleep.