Job 6:2
If only my grief could be weighed and my calamity placed together on the scales!
If only my grief could be weighed and my calamity placed together on the scales!
Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
Oh, that my grief were thoroughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
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O that my misery weere weyed, and my punyshment layed in the balaunces:
Oh that my griefe were well weighed, and my miseries were layed together in the balance.
O that my complaynt were truely wayed, and my punishment layde in the balaunces together:
Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
"Oh that my anguish were weighed, And all my calamity laid in the balances!
O that my provocation were thoroughly weighed, And my calamity in balances They would lift up together!
Oh that my vexation were but weighed, And all my calamity laid in the balances!
Oh that my vexation were but weighed, And all my calamity laid in the balances!
If only my passion might be measured, and put into the scales against my trouble!
"Oh that my anguish were weighed, and all my calamity laid in the balances!
“Oh, if only my grief could be weighed, and my misfortune laid on the scales too!
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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.
1 Then Job responded and said:
1 Then Job answered and said:
2 Even today my complaint is bitter; my suffering is heavier than my groaning.
3 If only I knew where to find him, so that I might come to his dwelling.
6 let God weigh me with honest scales, and He will know my integrity.
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!
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.
11 What is my strength, that I should hope? What is my end, that I should prolong my life?
11 Shall I acquit a person with crooked scales and a bag of deceptive weights?
23 Oh, that my words were written! Oh, that they were inscribed in a book!
5 For Job has said, 'I am righteous, but God has taken away my justice.'
6 Though I am innocent, I am counted a liar; my wound is incurable, though I have committed no offense.
35 Oh, that someone would hear me! I sign now my defense; let the Almighty answer me. Let my accuser write out his charges in a book.
36 Surely I would wear it on my shoulder, I would put it on like a crown.
6 If I speak, my pain is not relieved; and if I refrain, what do I lose?
7 Surely now, God has worn me out; you have devastated my entire household.
1 Job continued speaking further, saying:
2 Oh, that I were as in the months gone by, as in the days when God watched over me,
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,
36 I wish that Job might be tested to the end for answering like wicked men.
17 For I said, "Lest they rejoice over me; when my foot slips, they magnify themselves against me."
4 Is my complaint directed to a man? Why then should my spirit not be impatient?
13 Indeed, there is no help in me, and ability has been driven from 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.'
2 How long will you torment my soul and crush me with words?
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.
18 My grief is beyond healing; my heart is faint within me.
24 For my sighing comes before my food, and my groanings pour out like water.
4 There is no soundness in my flesh because of your indignation; there is no peace in my bones because of my sin.
5 If indeed you are exalting yourselves over me and using my disgrace to argue against me,
6 know then that God has wronged me and surrounded me with His net.
7 Behold, I cry out, 'Violence!' but I am not answered; I call for help, but there is no justice.
6 Therefore, I despise myself and repent in dust and ashes.
2 And Job answered and said:
7 He has walled me in so I cannot escape; He has weighed down my chains.
20 Are not my days few? Leave me alone, so I may have a moment of relief.
1 I am the man who has seen affliction under the rod of His wrath.
1 I am disgusted with my life; I will give voice to my complaint and speak out in the bitterness of my soul.
16 And now my soul is poured out within me; days of suffering seize hold of 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.
7 There the upright could reason with him, and I would be delivered forever from my judge.
19 He has cast me into the mud, and I am reduced to dust and ashes.
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.
5 I would know the words he would answer me with and understand what he would say to me.
8 But I would seek God and place my cause before the Almighty.
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!