Job 6:3
For now, it is heavier than the sands of the seas; that is why my words are impulsive.
For now, it is heavier than the sands of the seas; that is why my words are impulsive.
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea; therefore my words are swallowed up.
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
for then shulde it be heuyer, then the sonde of the see. This is the cause, that my wordes are so soroufull.
For it woulde be nowe heauier then the sande of the sea: therefore my wordes are swallowed vp.
For nowe it woulde be heauier then the sande of the sea: and this is the cause, that my wordes fayle me.
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas, Therefore have my words been rash.
For now, than the sands of the sea it is heavier, Therefore my words have been rash.
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas: Therefore have my words been rash.
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas: Therefore have my words been rash.
For then its weight would be more than the sand of the seas: because of this my words have been uncontrolled.
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas, therefore have my words been rash.
But because it is heavier than the sand of the sea, that is why my words have been wild.
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1Then Job responded and said:
2If only my grief could be weighed and my calamity placed together on the scales!
4For the arrows of the Almighty are within me; my spirit drinks their poison. The terrors of God are arrayed against me.
24For my sighing comes before my food, and my groanings pour out like water.
25For the thing I dread comes upon me, and what I fear befalls me.
7My soul refuses to touch them; they are like loathsome food to me.
8Oh, that my request would be granted, and that God would fulfill my hope.
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.
11What is my strength, that I should hope? What is my end, that I should prolong my life?
6He has made me dwell in dark places, like those long dead.
7He has walled me in so I cannot escape; He has weighed down my chains.
23Oh, that my words were written! Oh, that they were inscribed in a book!
16And now my soul is poured out within me; days of suffering seize hold of me.
20Should it be told to Him that I would speak? Or should a man say that he would be swallowed up?
4My spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart is appalled inside 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.
6know then that God has wronged me and surrounded me with His net.
19He has cast me into the mud, and I am reduced to dust and ashes.
13Indeed, there is no help in me, and ability has been driven from me.
2Even today my complaint is bitter; my suffering is heavier than my groaning.
16He has broken my teeth with gravel; He has made me cower in ashes.
17My soul has been deprived of peace; I have forgotten what happiness is.
18So I say, 'My strength is gone, and so is my hope from the LORD.'
4There is no soundness in my flesh because of your indignation; there is no peace in my bones because of my sin.
11He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
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?
18He will not allow me to catch my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
23For I have always feared disaster from God, and because of His majesty, I could not do such a thing.
19Who can contend with me? For now, if I am silent, I will perish.
3He said, 'I called to the LORD in my distress, and He answered me. From the depths of the grave, I cried out, and You heard my voice.'
36Surely I would wear it on my shoulder, I would put it on like a crown.
6My days pass more swiftly than a weaver's shuttle, and they come to an end without hope.
9He has blocked my ways with cut stone; He has made my paths crooked.
53They threw me alive into a pit and cast a stone upon me.
54Waters flowed over my head; I thought, 'I am cut off.'
18For I am full of words, and the spirit within me compels me.
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.
9Their measure is longer than the earth and wider than the sea.
2How long will you torment my soul and crush me with words?
10Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am in distress. My eyes grow weak with sorrow, as do my soul and my body.
11My days have passed, my plans are broken off, and the desires of my heart are gone.
15I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax; it melts within me.
6For in death, no one remembers You; in the grave, who can give You thanks?
20Are not my days few? Leave me alone, so I may have a moment of relief.
12LORD, do not withhold Your mercy from me; may Your love and truth always protect me.
13His archers surround me and pierce my kidneys without mercy; he pours my gall on the ground.
11It is so dark you cannot see, and a flood of waters covers you.