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 is my complaint rebellious: My stroke is heavier than my groaning.
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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1Then Job answered and said:
1Then Job responded and said:
2If only my grief could be weighed and my calamity placed together on the scales!
3For now, it is heavier than the sands of the seas; that is why my words are impulsive.
3If only I knew where to find him, so that I might come to his dwelling.
1I am disgusted with my life; I will give voice to my complaint and speak out in the bitterness of my soul.
4Is my complaint directed to a man? Why then should my spirit not be impatient?
2And Job answered and said:
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.
1I am the man who has seen affliction under the rod of His wrath.
24For my sighing comes before my food, and my groanings pour out like water.
6My wounds are foul and festering because of my foolishness.
19Woe 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.
13From 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.
1And Job continued speaking his discourse, saying:
2As surely as God lives, who has denied me justice, and the Almighty, who has made my soul bitter,
1Then Job answered and said,
2How long will you torment my soul and crush me with words?
21People 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.
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.
14For I am stricken all day long and chastened every morning.
17For I said, "Lest they rejoice over me; when my foot slips, they magnify themselves against me."
21When my heart was embittered and my spirit was pierced within me,
19A person is also chastened with pain on their bed and continual aching in their bones.
10Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am in distress. My eyes grow weak with sorrow, as do my soul and my body.
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.
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.
3Surely against me He turns His hand again and again, all day long.
6If I speak, my pain is not relieved; and if I refrain, what do I lose?
2I cry out to the LORD with my voice; with my voice I plead for mercy to the LORD.
18He will not allow me to catch my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
18My grief is beyond healing; my heart is faint within me.
6Though I am innocent, I am counted a liar; my wound is incurable, though I have committed no offense.
39Why should the living complain when punished for their sins?
23when peoples and kingdoms gather together to serve the LORD.
13When I think my bed will comfort me, and my couch will ease my complaint,
16And now my soul is poured out within me; days of suffering seize hold of me.
7There the upright could reason with him, and I would be delivered forever from my judge.
10I say to God, my rock: 'Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?'
2O LORD, do not rebuke me in your anger or discipline me in your wrath.
1Then Job answered and said:
2I have heard many things like these; miserable comforters are all of you.
38If my land cries out against me and its furrows weep together,
19He has cast me into the mud, and I am reduced to dust and ashes.
5He has besieged me and surrounded me with bitterness and hardship.
3You 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.'
10I 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?'
27If I say, 'I will forget my complaint, I will change my expression and smile,'