Job 6:10
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.
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.
Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
Then I should still have comfort; yes, I would harden myself in sorrow. Let him not spare, for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
And be it still my consolation,{H5165} Yea, let me exult{H5539} in pain{H2427} that spareth{H2550} not, That I have not denied{H3582} the words{H561} of the Holy One.{H6918}
Then should I yet have comfort{H5165}; yea, I would harden{H5539}{(H8762)} myself in sorrow{H2427}: let him not spare{H2550}{(H8799)}; for I have not concealed{H3582}{(H8765)} the words{H561} of the Holy One{H6918}.
The shulde I haue some coforte: yee I wolde desyre him in my payne, that he shulde not spare, for I will not be agaynst ye wordes of the holy one.
Then should I yet haue comfort, (though I burne with sorowe, let him not spare) because I haue not denyed the wordes of the Holy one.
Then shoulde I haue some comfort, yea I woulde desire him in my payne that he would not spare, for I wil not be against the wordes of the holy one.
Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
Be it still my consolation, Yes, let me exult in pain that doesn't spare, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
And yet it is my comfort, (And I exult in pain -- He doth not spare,) That I have not hidden The sayings of the Holy One.
And be it still my consolation, Yea, let me exult in pain that spareth not, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
And be it still my consolation, Yea, let me exult in pain that spareth not, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
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.
Be it still my consolation, yes, let me exult in pain that doesn't spare, that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
Then I would yet have my comfort, then I would rejoice, in spite of pitiless pain, for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
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8 Oh, that my request would be granted, and that God would fulfill my hope.
9 That God would be willing to crush me, to let loose His hand and cut me off!
18 Why then did You bring me out of the womb? I wish I had died and no eye had seen me.
19 If only I had never existed, carried straight from the womb to the grave.
20 Are not my days few? Leave me alone, so I may have a moment of relief.
11 What is my strength, that I should hope? What is my end, that I should prolong my life?
5 But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the comfort of my lips would bring you relief.
6 If I speak, my pain is not relieved; and if I refrain, what do I lose?
13 Be silent and let me speak. Whatever happens to me, let it come!
14 Why should I take my flesh in my teeth and put my life in my hands?
15 Though He slay me, yet I will hope in Him. Nevertheless, I will defend my ways before Him.
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.
27 If I say, 'I will forget my complaint, I will change my expression and smile,'
28 I still dread all my suffering, for I know You will not hold me innocent.
5 I would know the words he would answer me with and understand what he would say to me.
6 Would he contend with me in his great power? No, he would instead give me strength.
7 There the upright could reason with him, and I would be delivered forever from my judge.
18 My grief is beyond healing; my heart is faint within me.
1 I am disgusted with my life; I will give voice to my complaint and speak out in the bitterness of my soul.
2 I will say to God: Do not condemn me; tell me why You contend with me.
19 Who can contend with me? For now, if I am silent, I will perish.
4 Is my complaint directed to a man? Why then should my spirit not be impatient?
6 Though I am innocent, I am counted a liar; my wound is incurable, though I have committed no offense.
13 Indeed, there is no help in me, and ability has been driven from me.
14 To him who is despairing, kindness should come from his friend, or he will forsake the fear of the Almighty.
34 Let Him remove His rod from me, and let His terror not frighten me.
35 Then I would speak without fear of Him, but as it now stands with me, I cannot.
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.
4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me; my spirit drinks their poison. The terrors of God are arrayed against me.
3 But I desire to speak to the Almighty, and I wish to reason with God.
13 If only you would hide me in the grave and conceal me till your anger has passed! If you would set me a time and then remember me!
23 For I have always feared disaster from God, and because of His majesty, I could not do such a thing.
5 Far be it from me to justify you. Until my dying breath, I will not set aside my integrity.
6 I will hold on to my righteousness and not let it go; my conscience will not reproach me as long as I live.
15 Even if I were righteous, I could not answer Him; I could only plead for mercy with my judge.
21 Have pity on me, have pity on me, my friends, because the hand of God has struck me.
15 If I am wicked, woe to me; if I am righteous, I dare not lift my head, filled with shame and seeing my misery.
16 God has made my heart faint; the Almighty has terrified me.
17 Yet I am not silenced by the darkness or by the deep gloom that covers my face.
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.
8 But I would seek God and place my cause before the Almighty.
10 Because it did not shut the doors of my mother's womb, nor hide trouble from my eyes.
27 Whom I shall see for myself, and my eyes shall behold, and not another. My heart faints within me!
19 Woe to me because of my brokenness! My wound is incurable. Yet I said, 'This is my suffering, and I must endure it.'
3 If only I knew where to find him, so that I might come to his dwelling.
16 I despise my life; I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
15 I have sewn sackcloth over my skin and buried my strength in the dust.
36 Surely I would wear it on my shoulder, I would put it on like a crown.