Job 23:2
Even to day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
Even to day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
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1Then Job answered and said,
1But Job answered and said,
2Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
3For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
3Oh that I knew where I might find him! that I might come even to his seat!
1My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
4As for me, is my complaint to man? and if it were so, why should not my spirit be troubled?
2And Job spake, and said,
11Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
1I am the man that hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.
24For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
6I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
19Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
12Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow, which is done unto me, wherewith the LORD hath afflicted me in the day of his fierce anger.
13From above hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them: he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: he hath made me desolate and faint all the day.
1Moreover Job continued his parable, and said,
2As God liveth, who hath taken away my judgment; and the Almighty, who hath vexed my soul;
1Then Job answered and said,
2How long will ye vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
21They have heard that I sigh: there is none to comfort me: all mine enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that thou hast done it: thou wilt bring the day that thou hast called, and they shall be like unto me.
22Let 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.
14For all the day long have I been plagued, and chastened every morning.
17For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.
21Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
19He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, and the multitude of his bones with strong pain:
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
15What 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.
10Then 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.
3Surely against me is he turned; he turneth his hand against me all the day.
6Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased?
2I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.
18He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
18When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.
6Should I lie against my right? my wound is incurable without transgression.
39Wherefore doth a living man complain, a man for the punishment of his sins?
23He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
13When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
16And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
7There the righteous might dispute with him; so should I be delivered for ever from my judge.
10As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?
2For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore.
1But Job answered and said,
2I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are ye all.
38If my land cry against me, or that the furrows likewise thereof complain;
19He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
5He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall and travail.
3Thou didst say, Woe is me now! for the LORD hath added grief to my sorrow; I fainted in my sighing, and I find no rest.
10Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
35They have stricken me, shalt thou say, and I was not sick; they have beaten me, and I felt it not: when shall I awake? I will seek it yet again.
27If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and comfort myself: