Job 10:1
My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
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11 Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12 Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
2 I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest with me.
15 What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it: I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.
4 As for me, is my complaint to man? and if it were so, why should not my spirit be troubled?
18 He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
9 Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.
10 For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
20 Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
27 If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and comfort myself:
28 I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that thou wilt not hold me innocent.
16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
2 Even to day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
3 For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.
16 I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
19 Who is he that will plead with me? for now, if I hold my tongue, I shall give up the ghost.
3 For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.
2 I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.
9 Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
10 Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
13 Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, and let come on me what will.
14 Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in mine hand?
15 Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him.
24 For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
2 As God liveth, who hath taken away my judgment; and the Almighty, who hath vexed my soul;
18 When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.
2 How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart daily? how long shall mine enemy be exalted over me?
6 Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased?
7 But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
3 Therefore now, O LORD, take, I beseech thee, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live.
3 My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?
2 How long will ye vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
17 For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.
10 I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
2 Attend unto me, and hear me: I mourn in my complaint, and make a noise;
20 Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul;
19 Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
6 I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
9 I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
18 Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
22 Let all their wickedness come before thee; and do unto them, as thou hast done unto me for all my transgressions: for my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.
3 I remembered God, and was troubled: I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Selah.
11 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
4 My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.