Job 10:1
I am disgusted with my life; I will give voice to my complaint and speak out in the bitterness of my soul.
I am disgusted with my life; I will give voice to my complaint and speak out in the bitterness of my soul.
My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
it greueth my soule to lyue. Neuerthelesse, now will I put forth my wordes: I wil speake out of the very heuynesse off my soule,
My soule is cut off though I liue: I wil leaue my complaint vpon my selfe, & wil speake in the bitternesse of my soule.
My soule is cut of though I lyue, I wil powre out my coplaynte against my selfe, and will speake out of the very heauinesse of my soule.
¶ My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
"My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.
"My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
An Appeal for Revelation“I am weary of my life; I will complain without restraint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
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11Therefore, I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12Am I the sea, or a sea monster, that you put me under guard?
13When I think my bed will comfort me, and my couch will ease my complaint,
2I will say to God: Do not condemn me; tell me why You contend with me.
15What shall I say? He has spoken to me, and He has done this. I will walk humbly all my years because of this anguish of my soul.
4Is my complaint directed to a man? Why then should my spirit not be impatient?
18He will not allow me to catch my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
9You have not handed me over to the enemy, but you have set my feet in a spacious place.
10Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am in distress. My eyes grow weak with sorrow, as do my soul and my body.
20Are not my days few? Leave me alone, so I may have a moment of relief.
27If I say, 'I will forget my complaint, I will change my expression and smile,'
28I still dread all my suffering, for I know You will not hold me innocent.
16And now my soul is poured out within me; days of suffering seize hold of me.
2Even today my complaint is bitter; my suffering is heavier than my groaning.
3For the enemy has pursued me, crushing my life to the ground and making me dwell in darkness, like those long dead.
4My spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart is appalled inside me.
15I prefer strangling and death rather than this body of mine.
16I despise my life; I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
19Who can contend with me? For now, if I am silent, I will perish.
3Let my prayer come before you; incline your ear to my cry.
2I cry out to the LORD with my voice; with my voice I plead for mercy to the LORD.
9That God would be willing to crush me, to let loose His hand and cut me off!
10It would still be my comfort— I would even exult in the midst of unrelenting pain— for I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
1My spirit is broken, my days have faded away, and the grave is ready for me.
13Be silent and let me speak. Whatever happens to me, let it come!
14Why should I take my flesh in my teeth and put my life in my hands?
15Though He slay me, yet I will hope in Him. Nevertheless, I will defend my ways before Him.
24For my sighing comes before my food, and my groanings pour out like water.
2As surely as God lives, who has denied me justice, and the Almighty, who has made my soul bitter,
18My grief is beyond healing; my heart is faint within me.
2How long, Lord, will You forget me forever? How long will You hide Your face from me?
6If I speak, my pain is not relieved; and if I refrain, what do I lose?
7Surely now, God has worn me out; you have devastated my entire household.
3Now, O LORD, please take my life from me, for it is better for me to die than to live.
3Be gracious to me, LORD, for I am weak; heal me, LORD, for my bones are shaking with fear.
2How long will you torment my soul and crush me with words?
17For I said, "Lest they rejoice over me; when my foot slips, they magnify themselves against me."
10I said, "In the prime of my life I must go through the gates of Sheol; I am deprived of the rest of my years."
2Listen to my prayer, O God, and do not ignore my plea for mercy.
20Why is light given to those in misery, and life to the bitter in soul?
19Woe to me because of my brokenness! My wound is incurable. Yet I said, 'This is my suffering, and I must endure it.'
6For in death, no one remembers You; in the grave, who can give You thanks?
9By day the LORD commands his steadfast love, and at night his song is with me—a prayer to the God of my life.
10I am mute; I will not open my mouth because You have done this.
18Why then did You bring me out of the womb? I wish I had died and no eye had seen me.
22Let all their wickedness come before you; deal with them as you have dealt with me because of all my sins. My groans are many, and my heart is faint.
3In the day of my trouble, I sought the Lord. My hand was stretched out at night and did not grow weary; my soul refused to be comforted.
11With crushing pain in my bones, my enemies taunt me, saying to me all day long, 'Where is your God?'
5My heart is afflicted and withered like grass, for I forget to eat my food.
4From the voice of the enemy, and from the oppression of the wicked—for they bring down trouble on me and in their anger they hate me.