Job 7:11
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.
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.
Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
Therefore I will not refrain{H2820} my mouth;{H6310} I will speak{H1696} in the anguish{H6862} of my spirit;{H7307} I will complain{H7878} in the bitterness{H4751} of my soul.{H5315}
Therefore I will not refrain{H2820}{(H8799)} my mouth{H6310}; I will speak{H1696}{(H8762)} in the anguish{H6862} of my spirit{H7307}; I will complain{H7878}{(H8799)} in the bitterness{H4751} of my soul{H5315}.
Therfore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my sprete, in ye bytternesse of my mynde will I talke.
Therefore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my minde.
Therfore I wil not spare my mouth, but I will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my mynde.
Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
"Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.
Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
So I will not keep my mouth shut; I will let the words come from it in the pain of my spirit, my soul will make a bitter outcry.
"Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
Job Remonstrates with God“Therefore, I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
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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.
12 Am I the sea, or a sea monster, that you put me under guard?
13 When I think my bed will comfort me, and my couch will ease my complaint,
4 Is my complaint directed to a man? Why then should my spirit not be impatient?
18 He will not allow me to catch my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
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.
19 Who can contend with me? For now, if I am silent, I will perish.
24 For my sighing comes before my food, and my groanings pour out like water.
19 Will you never look away from me or leave me alone till I swallow my spit?
20 If I have sinned, what have I done to you, you who see everything we do? Why have you made me your target? Have I become a burden to you?
21 Why do you not pardon my offenses and forgive my sins? For I will soon lie down in the dust; you will search for me, but I will be no more.
6 If I speak, my pain is not relieved; and if I refrain, what do I lose?
15 I prefer strangling and death rather than this body of mine.
16 I despise my life; I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
4 My spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart is appalled inside me.
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.
7 Behold, I cry out, 'Violence!' but I am not answered; I call for help, but there is no justice.
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?
1 My spirit is broken, my days have faded away, and the grave is ready for me.
20 Are not my days few? Leave me alone, so I may have a moment of relief.
2 Even today my complaint is bitter; my suffering is heavier than my groaning.
27 My insides are in turmoil and never sit still; days of suffering confront me.
28 I walk in mourning without sunlight; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
10 He will never come back to his house; his place will know him no more.
2 How long will you torment my soul and crush me with words?
16 And now my soul is poured out within me; days of suffering seize hold of me.
18 My grief is beyond healing; my heart is faint within me.
20 Let me speak so that I may find relief; let me open my lips and answer.
18 Why then did You bring me out of the womb? I wish I had died and no eye had seen me.
21 When my heart was embittered and my spirit was pierced within me,
2 I cry out to the LORD with my voice; with my voice I plead for mercy to the LORD.
25 Have I not wept for those in trouble? Has not my soul grieved for the needy?
7 There the upright could reason with him, and I would be delivered forever from my judge.
13 That you turn your spirit against God and let words escape from your mouth?
6 I will hold on to my righteousness and not let it go; my conscience will not reproach me as long as I live.
17 For I said, "Lest they rejoice over me; when my foot slips, they magnify themselves against me."
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.
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.
20 See, LORD, how distressed I am! I am in anguish within, my heart is overturned because I have been very rebellious. Outside, the sword bereaves; inside, there is only death.
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.
10 Because it did not shut the doors of my mother's womb, nor hide trouble from my eyes.
20 Should it be told to Him that I would speak? Or should a man say that he would be swallowed up?
9 Because I have sinned against Him, I will bear the indignation of the LORD until He pleads my case and executes justice for me. He will bring me into the light, and I will see His righteousness.
8 For my loins are filled with burning, and there is no health in my body.
3 as long as my breath remains in me and the spirit of God is in my nostrils,
30 I have not allowed my mouth to sin by invoking a curse against their life—