Job 10:1
My soule is cut off though I liue: I wil leaue my complaint vpon my selfe, & wil speake in the bitternesse of my soule.
My soule is cut off though I liue: I wil leaue my complaint vpon my selfe, & wil speake in the bitternesse of my soule.
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11Therefore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my minde.
12Am I a sea or a whalefish, that thou keepest me in warde?
13When I say, My couch shal relieue me, and my bed shall bring comfort in my meditation,
2I will say vnto God, Condemne mee not: shew me, wherefore thou contendest with mee.
15What shall I say? for he hath said it to me, and he hath done it: I shall walke weakely all my yeeres in the bitternesse of my soule.
4Doe I direct my talke to man? If it were so, how should not my spirit be troubled?
18He wil not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
9Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe.
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
20Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
27If I say, I wil forget my complaynt, I will cease from my wrath, and comfort mee,
28Then I am afrayd of all my sorowes, knowing that thou wilt not iudge me innocent.
16Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
2Though my talke be this day in bitternes, and my plague greater then my groning,
3For the enemie hath persecuted my soule: he hath smitten my life downe to the earth: he hath layde me in the darkenes, as they that haue bene dead long agoe:
4And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
15Therefore my soule chuseth rather to be strangled and to die, then to be in my bones.
16I abhorre it, I shall not liue alway: spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
19Who is he, that will pleade with me? for if I nowe holde my tongue, I dye.
3For my soule is filled with euils, and my life draweth neere to the graue.
2I powred out my meditation before him, and declared mine affliction in his presence.
9That is, that God would destroy me: that he would let his hand go, and cut me off.
10Then 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.
1My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
13Holde your tongues in my presence, that I may speake, and let come vpon what will.
14Wherefore doe I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my soule in mine hande?
15Loe, though he slay me, yet will I trust in him, and I will reprooue my wayes in his sight.
24For my sighing commeth before I eate, and my roarings are powred out like the water.
2The liuing God hath taken away my iudgement: for the Almightie hath put my soule in bitternesse.
18I would haue comforted my selfe against sorowe, but mine heart is heauie in me.
2How long shall I take counsell within my selfe, hauing wearinesse dayly in mine heart? how long shall mine enemie be exalted aboue me?
6Though I speake, my sorow can not be asswaged: though I cease, what release haue I?
7But now hee maketh mee wearie: O God, thou hast made all my congregation desolate,
3Therefore nowe O Lorde, take, I beseech thee, my life from me: for it is better for me to die then to liue.
3My soule is also sore troubled: but Lorde how long wilt thou delay?
2Howe long will yee vexe my soule, and torment me with wordes?
17Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me.
10I saide in the cutting off of my dayes, I shall goe to the gates of the graue: I am depriued of the residue of my yeeres.
2Hearken vnto me, & answere me: I mourne in my prayer, and make a noyse,
20Wherefore is the light giuen to him that is in miserie? and life vnto them that haue heauie hearts?
19Wo is me for my destruction, and my grieuous plague: but I thought, Yet it is my sorow, and I will beare it.
6I fainted in my mourning: I cause my bed euery night to swimme, and water my couch with my teares.
9I wil say vnto God, which is my rocke, Why hast thou forgotten mee? why goe I mourning, when the enemie oppresseth me?
10Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand.
18Wherfore then hast thou brought me out of the wombe? Oh that I had perished, and that none eye had seene me!
22Let al their wickednes come before thee: do vnto them, as thou hast done vnto me, for all my transgressions: for my sighes are many, & mine heart is heauy.
3I did thinke vpon God, & was troubled: I praied, and my spirit was full of anguish. Selah.
11Why art thou cast downe, my soule? and why art thou disquieted within mee? waite on God: for I wil yet giue him thankes: he is my present helpe, and my God.
5For the voyce of my groning my bones doe cleaue to my skinne.
4Mine heart trembleth within mee, and the terrours of death are fallen vpon me.