Job 7:11
Therefore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my minde.
Therefore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my minde.
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1My soule is cut off though I liue: I wil leaue my complaint vpon my selfe, & wil speake in the bitternesse of my soule.
2I will say vnto God, Condemne mee not: shew me, wherefore thou contendest with mee.
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,
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.
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.
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.
19Who is he, that will pleade with me? for if I nowe holde my tongue, I dye.
24For my sighing commeth before I eate, and my roarings are powred out like the water.
19Howe long will it be yer thou depart from me? thou wilt not let me alone whiles I may swallowe my spettle.
20I haue sinned, what shal I do vnto thee? O thou preseruer of me, why hast thou set me as a marke against thee, so that I am a burden vnto my selfe?
21And why doest thou not pardon my trespasse? and take away mine iniquitie? for nowe shall I sleepe in the dust, and if thou seekest me in the morning, I shall not be found.
6Though I speake, my sorow can not be asswaged: though I cease, what release haue I?
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.
4And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
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.
7Beholde, I crie out of violence, but I haue none answere: I crie, but there is no iudgement.
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?
1My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
20Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
2Though my talke be this day in bitternes, and my plague greater then my groning,
27My bowels did boyle without rest: for the dayes of affliction are come vpon me.
28I went mourning without sunne: I stood vp in the congregation and cryed.
10He shall returne no more to his house, neither shall his place knowe him any more.
2Howe long will yee vexe my soule, and torment me with wordes?
16Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
18I would haue comforted my selfe against sorowe, but mine heart is heauie in me.
20Therefore will I speake, that I may take breath: I will open my lippes, and will answere.
18Wherfore then hast thou brought me out of the wombe? Oh that I had perished, and that none eye had seene me!
21Certainely mine heart was vexed, and I was pricked in my reines:
2I powred out my meditation before him, and declared mine affliction in his presence.
25Did not I weepe with him that was in trouble? was not my soule in heauinesse for the poore?
7There the righteous might reason with him, so I shoulde be deliuered for euer from my Iudge.
13That thou answerest to God at thy pleasure, and bringest such wordes out of thy mouth?
6I will keepe my righteousnesse, and wil not forsake it: mine heart shall not reprooue me of my dayes.
17Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me.
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
13From 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.
20Behold, 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.
21They 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.
10Because it shut not vp the dores of my mothers wombe: nor hid sorowe from mine eyes.
20Shall it be told him when I speake? Or shall man speake when he shalbe destroyed?
9I will beare the wrath of the Lord because I haue sinned against him, vntill he pleade my cause, and execute iudgement for me: then will he bring me foorth to the light, and I shall see his righteousnesse.
8I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart.
3Yet so long as my breath is in me, and the Spirit of God in my nostrels,
30Neither haue I suffred my mouth to sinne, by wishing a curse vnto his soule.