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