Job 3:24
For my sighing commeth before I eate, and my roarings are powred out like the water.
For my sighing commeth before I eate, and my roarings are powred out like the water.
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25 For the thing I feared, is come vpon me, and the thing that I was afraid of, is come vnto me.
3 My teares haue bin my meate day & night, while they dayly say vnto me, Where is thy God?
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.
12 Am I a sea or a whalefish, that thou keepest me in warde?
8 I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart.
9 Lorde, I powre my whole desire before thee, and my sighing is not hid from thee.
10 Mine heart panteth: my strength faileth me, and the light of mine eyes, euen they are not mine owne.
20 Behold, O Lorde, howe I am troubled: my bowels swell: mine heart is turned within me, for I am ful of heauinesse: the sword spoyleth abroad, as death doeth at home.
21 They haue heard that I mourne, but there is none to comfort mee: all mine enemies haue heard of my trouble, and are glad, that thou hast done it: thou wilt bring the day, that thou hast pronounced, and they shalbe like vnto me.
22 Let 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.
2 I sticke fast in the deepe myre, where no staie is: I am come into deepe waters, and the streames runne ouer me.
3 I am wearie of crying: my throte is drie: mine eyes faile, whiles I waite for my God.
9 Surely I haue eaten asshes as bread, and mingled my drinke with weeping,
9 Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe.
10 For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
6 I fainted in my mourning: I cause my bed euery night to swimme, and water my couch with my teares.
17 Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me.
16 Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
3 For it woulde be nowe heauier then the sande of the sea: therefore my wordes are swallowed vp.
3 When I helde my tongue, my bones consumed, or when I roared all the day,
4 (For thine hand is heauie vpon me, day and night: and my moysture is turned into ye drought of summer. Selah)
13 They gape vpon me with their mouthes, as a ramping and roaring lyon.
14 I am like water powred out, and all my bones are out of ioynt: mine heart is like waxe: it is molten in the middes of my bowels.
15 My strength is dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
2 I powred out my meditation before him, and declared mine affliction in his presence.
3 Therefore are my loynes filled with sorow: sorowes haue taken me as the sorowes of a woman that trauayleth: I was bowed downe when I heard it, and I was amased when I sawe it.
4 And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
2 Though my talke be this day in bitternes, and my plague greater then my groning,
27 My bowels did boyle without rest: for the dayes of affliction are come vpon me.
28 I went mourning without sunne: I stood vp in the congregation and cryed.
20 My friends speake eloquently against me: but mine eye powreth out teares vnto God.
4 Mine heart is smitten and withereth like grasse, because I forgate to eate my bread.
5 For the voyce of my groning my bones doe cleaue to my skinne.
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.
4 Doe I direct my talke to man? If it were so, how should not my spirit be troubled?
7 One deepe calleth another deepe by the noyse of thy water spoutes: all thy waues and thy floods are gone ouer me.
16 My face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is vpon mine eyes,
1 My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
6 I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day.
18 He wil not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
4 Mine heart trembleth within mee, and the terrours of death are fallen vpon me.
16 He hath also broken my teeth with stones, and hath couered me with ashes.
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.
18 I would haue comforted my selfe against sorowe, but mine heart is heauie in me.
21 Certainely mine heart was vexed, and I was pricked in my reines:
14 They came as a great breach of waters, & vnder this calamitie they come on heapes.
49 Mine eye droppeth without stay and ceaseth not,
13 From aboue hath hee sent fire into my bones, which preuaile against them: he hath spred a net for my feete, and turned me backe: hee hath made me desolate, and daily in heauinesse.
8 Also when I cry and showte, hee shutteth out my prayer.
23 Why is the light giuen to the man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?