Job 6:8
Oh that I might haue my desire, and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
Oh that I might haue my desire, and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
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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?
35 Oh that I had some to heare me! beholde my signe that the Almightie will witnesse for me: though mine aduersary should write a booke against me,
36 Woulde not I take it vpon my shoulder, and binde it as a crowne vnto me?
3 Would God yet I knew how to finde him, I would enter vnto his place.
4 I would pleade the cause before him, & fill my mouth with arguments.
5 I would knowe the wordes, that he would answere me, & would vnderstand what he would say vnto me.
6 Would he plead against me with his great power? No, but he would put strength in me.
7 There the righteous might reason with him, so I shoulde be deliuered for euer from my Iudge.
23 Oh that my wordes were nowe written! oh that they were written euen in a booke,
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.
4 For the arrowes of the Almightie are in me, the venime whereof doeth drinke vp my spirit, and the terrours of God fight against me.
7 Such things as my soule refused to touch, as were sorowes, are my meate.
9 Lorde, I powre my whole desire before thee, and my sighing is not hid from thee.
21 Oh that a man might pleade with God, as man with his neighbour!
18 I would haue comforted my selfe against sorowe, but mine heart is heauie in me.
13 Oh that thou wouldest hide me in the graue, and keepe me secret, vntill thy wrath were past, and wouldest giue me terme, and remember me.
8 But I would inquire at God, and turne my talke vnto God:
20 Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
2 Oh that I were as in times past, when God preserued me!
7 Two things haue I required of thee: denie me them not before I die.
6 And I said, Oh that I had wings like a doue: then would I flie away and rest.
15 Therefore my soule chuseth rather to be strangled and to die, then to be in my bones.
16 I abhorre it, I shall not liue alway: spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
5 But, oh that God would speake and open his lippes against thee!
36 I desire that Iob may be tryed, vnto the ende touching the answeres for wicked men.
13 Stay thine anger from me, that I may recouer my strength, before I go hence and be not.
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.
6 Though I speake, my sorow can not be asswaged: though I cease, what release haue I?
21 Haue pitie vpon me: haue pitie vpon me, (O yee my friendes) for the hande of God hath touched me.
3 Therefore nowe O Lorde, take, I beseech thee, my life from me: for it is better for me to die then to liue.
13 Is it not so, that there is in me no helpe? and that strength is taken from me?
5 Oh that my waies were directed to keepe thy statutes!
3 But I will speake to the Almightie, and I desire to dispute with God.
24 For my sighing commeth before I eate, and my roarings are powred out like the water.
8 Then cried I vnto thee, O Lord, and praied to my Lord.
1 Oh, that mine head were full of water and mine eyes a fountaine of teares, that I might weepe day and night for the slayne of the daughter of my people.
22 Let mine arme fal from my shoulder, & mine arme be broken from the bone.
8 Also when I cry and showte, hee shutteth out my prayer.
2 Haue mercie vpon me, O Lorde, for I am weake: O Lord heale me, for my bones are vexed.
3 My soule is also sore troubled: but Lorde how long wilt thou delay?
18 Wherfore then hast thou brought me out of the wombe? Oh that I had perished, and that none eye had seene me!
1 My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
20 Mine heart breaketh for the desire to thy iudgements always.
6 I haue called vpon thee: surely thou wilt heare me, O God: incline thine eare to me, and hearken vnto my wordes.
17 Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me.
19 He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like ashes and dust.
9 Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe.