Job 16:6
Though I speake, my sorow can not be asswaged: though I cease, what release haue I?
Though I speake, my sorow can not be asswaged: though I cease, what release haue I?
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2I haue oft times heard such things: miserable comforters are ye all.
3Shall there be none ende of wordes of winde? or what maketh thee bold so to answere?
4I could also speake as yee doe: (but woulde God your soule were in my soules stead) I could keepe you company in speaking, and could shake mine head at you,
5But I woulde strengthen you with my mouth, and the comfort of my lips should asswage your sorowe.
8Oh that I might haue my desire, and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
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.
11What power haue I that I should endure? or what is mine end, if I should prolong my life?
7But now hee maketh mee wearie: O God, thou hast made all my congregation desolate,
11Therefore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my minde.
27If I say, I wil forget my complaynt, I will cease from my wrath, and comfort mee,
18I would haue comforted my selfe against sorowe, but mine heart is heauie in me.
19Who is he, that will pleade with me? for if I nowe holde my tongue, I dye.
20Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
4Doe I direct my talke to man? If it were so, how should not my spirit be troubled?
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.
2I was dumme & spake nothing: I kept silece euen from good, and my sorow was more stirred.
1My soule is cut off though I liue: I wil leaue my complaint vpon my selfe, & wil speake in the bitternesse of my soule.
13Is it not so, that there is in me no helpe? and that strength is taken from me?
2Oh that my griefe were well weighed, and my miseries were layed together in the balance.
3For it woulde be nowe heauier then the sande of the sea: therefore my wordes are swallowed vp.
15I haue sowed a sackcloth vpon my skinne, and haue abased mine horne vnto the dust.
16My face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is vpon mine eyes,
2Though my talke be this day in bitternes, and my plague greater then my groning,
13Holde your tongues in my presence, that I may speake, and let come vpon what will.
17Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me.
6I fainted in my mourning: I cause my bed euery night to swimme, and water my couch with my teares.
16Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
18He wil not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
24For my sighing commeth before I eate, and my roarings are powred out like the water.
3When I helde my tongue, my bones consumed, or when I roared all the day,
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
19Wo is me for my destruction, and my grieuous plague: but I thought, Yet it is my sorow, and I will beare it.
3Thou diddest say, Wo is me nowe: for the Lord hath laied sorrow vnto my sorrowe: I fainted in my mourning, and I can finde no rest.
2Howe long will yee vexe my soule, and torment me with wordes?
20Therefore will I speake, that I may take breath: I will open my lippes, and will answere.
8I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart.
16I called my seruant, but he would not answere, though I prayed him with my mouth.
4And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
13When I say, My couch shal relieue me, and my bed shall bring comfort in my meditation,
17Thus my soule was farre off from peace: I forgate prosperitie,
16For these things I weepe: mine eye, euen mine eye casteth out water, because the comforter that should refresh my soule, is farre from me: my children are desolate, because the enemie preuailed.
15If I say, I will iudge thus, beholde the generation of thy children: I haue trespassed.
16Then thought I to know this, but it was too painefull for me,
2If we assay to commune with thee, wilt thou be grieued? but who can withholde himselfe from speaking?
6I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day.
15Loe, though he slay me, yet will I trust in him, and I will reprooue my wayes in his sight.
3My soule is also sore troubled: but Lorde how long wilt thou delay?
18Why is mine heauines continuall? And my plague desperate and cannot be healed? why art thou vnto me as a lyar, and as waters that faile?
27My bowels did boyle without rest: for the dayes of affliction are come vpon me.