Job 9:18
He would not let me take my breath, but I would be full of bitter grief.
He would not let me take my breath, but I would be full of bitter grief.
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17 For I would be crushed by his storm, my wounds would be increased without cause.
15 He has made my life nothing but pain, he has given me the bitter root in full measure.
16 By him my teeth have been broken with crushed stones, and I am bent low in the dust.
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.
1 My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
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.
13 His bowmen come round about me; their arrows go through my body without mercy; my life is drained out on the earth.
14 I am broken with wound after wound; he comes rushing on me like a man of war.
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.
6 He has kept me in dark places, like those who have been long dead.
7 He has put a wall round me, so that I am not able to go out; he has made great the weight of my chain.
19 If it is a question of strength, he says, Here I am! and if it is a question of a cause at law, he says, Who will give me a fixed day?
19 Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
8 My way is walled up by him so that I may not go by: he has made my roads dark.
9 He has put off my glory from me, and taken the crown from my head.
3 (For all my breath is still in me, and the spirit of God is my life;)
19 How long will it be before your eyes are turned away from me, so that I may have a minute's breathing-space?
3 The evil man has gone after my soul; my life is crushed down to the earth: he has put me in the dark, like those who have long been dead.
4 Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
2 How long will you make my life bitter, crushing me with words?
22 Lifting me up, you make me go on the wings of the wind; I am broken up by the storm.
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.
13 From 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.
11 By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
7 But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.
8 It has come up as a witness against me, and the wasting of my flesh makes answer to my face.
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;
19 Is any one able to take up the argument against me? If so, I would keep quiet and give up my breath.
19 Keep in mind my trouble and my wandering, the bitter root and the poison.
15 So that a hard death seems better to my soul than my pains.
24 In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.
9 He has put up a wall of cut stones about my ways, he has made my roads twisted.
4 As for me, is my outcry against man? is it then to be wondered at if my spirit is troubled?
18 Why 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,
4 For the arrows of the Ruler of all are present with me, and their poison goes deep into my spirit: his army of fears is put in order against me.
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.
18 Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
9 If only he would be pleased to put an end to me; and would let loose his hand, so that I might be cut off!
10 So 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.
16 But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
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,
10 No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
28 I go in fear of all my pains; I am certain that I will not be free from sin in your eyes.
2 Even today my outcry is bitter; his hand is hard on my sorrow.
18 The hand of Jah has been hard on me; but he has not given me up to death.
11 His wrath is burning against me, and I am to him as one of his haters.
19 Pain is sent on him as a punishment, while he is on his bed; there is no end to the trouble in his bones;
20 Why does he give light to him who is in trouble, and life to the bitter in soul;