Job 23:2
Even today my complaint is bitter; my suffering is heavier than my groaning.
Even today my complaint is bitter; my suffering is heavier than my groaning.
Even to day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
Even today my complaint is bitter; my suffering is heavier than my groaning.
Even to day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
Even to-day{H3117} is my complaint{H7879} rebellious:{H4805} My stroke{H3027} is heavier{H3513} than my groaning.{H585}
Even to day{H3117} is my complaint{H7879} bitter{H4805}: my stroke{H3027} is heavier{H3513}{(H8804)} than my groaning{H585}.
My sayenge is yet this daye in bytternes, and my hande heuy amonge my groninges.
Though my talke be this day in bitternes, and my plague greater then my groning,
Though my talke be this day in bitternesse, and my plague greater then my groning.
Even to day [is] my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
"Even today is my complaint rebellious. His hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.
Also -- to-day `is' my complaint bitter, My hand hath been heavy because of my sighing.
Even to-day is my complaint rebellious: My stroke is heavier than my groaning.
Even to-day is my complaint rebellious: My stroke is heavier than my groaning.
Even today my outcry is bitter; his hand is hard on my sorrow.
"Even today my complaint is rebellious. His hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.
“Even today my complaint is still bitter; his hand is heavy despite my groaning.
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1 Then Job answered and said:
1 Then Job responded and said:
2 If only my grief could be weighed and my calamity placed together on the scales!
3 For now, it is heavier than the sands of the seas; that is why my words are impulsive.
3 If only I knew where to find him, so that I might come to his dwelling.
1 I am disgusted with my life; I will give voice to my complaint and speak out in the bitterness of my soul.
4 Is my complaint directed to a man? Why then should my spirit not be impatient?
2 And Job answered and said:
11 Therefore, I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
1 I am the man who has seen affliction under the rod of His wrath.
24 For my sighing comes before my food, and my groanings pour out like water.
6 My wounds are foul and festering because of my foolishness.
19 Woe to me because of my brokenness! My wound is incurable. Yet I said, 'This is my suffering, and I must endure it.'
12 "Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by? Look and see if there is any sorrow like my sorrow, which was brought upon me, which the LORD inflicted on the day of his fierce anger.
13 From on high he sent fire; it burns in my bones. He spread a net for my feet and turned me back. He made me desolate, faint all the day long.
1 And Job continued speaking his discourse, saying:
2 As surely as God lives, who has denied me justice, and the Almighty, who has made my soul bitter,
1 Then Job answered and said,
2 How long will you torment my soul and crush me with words?
21 People have heard my groaning, but there is no one to comfort me. All my enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that you have done it. Bring the day you have announced, so they may become like me.
22 Let 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.
14 For I am stricken all day long and chastened every morning.
17 For I said, "Lest they rejoice over me; when my foot slips, they magnify themselves against me."
21 When my heart was embittered and my spirit was pierced within me,
19 A person is also chastened with pain on their bed and continual aching in their bones.
10 Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am in distress. My eyes grow weak with sorrow, as do my soul and my body.
15 What 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.
10 It 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.
3 Surely against me He turns His hand again and again, all day long.
6 If I speak, my pain is not relieved; and if I refrain, what do I lose?
2 I cry out to the LORD with my voice; with my voice I plead for mercy to the LORD.
18 He will not allow me to catch my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
18 My grief is beyond healing; my heart is faint within me.
6 Though I am innocent, I am counted a liar; my wound is incurable, though I have committed no offense.
39 Why should the living complain when punished for their sins?
23 when peoples and kingdoms gather together to serve the LORD.
13 When I think my bed will comfort me, and my couch will ease my complaint,
16 And now my soul is poured out within me; days of suffering seize hold of me.
7 There the upright could reason with him, and I would be delivered forever from my judge.
10 I say to God, my rock: 'Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?'
2 O LORD, do not rebuke me in your anger or discipline me in your wrath.
1 Then Job answered and said:
2 I have heard many things like these; miserable comforters are all of you.
38 If my land cries out against me and its furrows weep together,
19 He has cast me into the mud, and I am reduced to dust and ashes.
5 He has besieged me and surrounded me with bitterness and hardship.
3 You have said, 'Woe to me! The LORD has added sorrow to my pain. I am worn out from my groaning, and I find no rest.'
10 I am mute; I will not open my mouth because You have done this.
35 'They struck me,' you will say, 'but I was not hurt; they beat me, but I did not feel it. When will I wake up so I can look for another drink?'
27 If I say, 'I will forget my complaint, I will change my expression and smile,'