Job 3:10
Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.
Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.
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11Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
12Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?
13For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
17Because he slew me not from the womb; or that my mother might have been my grave, and her womb to be always great with me.
18Wherefore came I forth out of the womb to see labour and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
18Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
19I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
16Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.
9Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day:
3Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived.
4Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.
17Because I was not cut off before the darkness, neither hath he covered the darkness from my face.
8Or who shut up the sea with doors, when it brake forth, as if it had issued out of the womb?
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.
9But thou art he that took me out of the womb: thou didst make me hope when I was upon my mother's breasts.
10I was cast upon thee from the womb: thou art my God from my mother's belly.
14Cursed be the day wherein I was born: let not the day wherein my mother bare me be blessed.
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.
15Did not he that made me in the womb make him? and did not one fashion us in the womb?
16If I have withheld the poor from their desire, or have caused the eyes of the widow to fail;
23Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?
24For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
18(For from my youth he was brought up with me, as with a father, and I have guided her from my mother's womb;)
13O that thou wouldest hide me in the grave, that thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, that thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!
3Therefore are my loins filled with pain: pangs have taken hold upon me, as the pangs of a woman that travaileth: I was bowed down at the hearing of it; I was dismayed at the seeing of it.
13The sorrows of a travailing woman shall come upon him: he is an unwise son; for he should not stay long in the place of the breaking forth of children.
3For I was my father's son, tender and only beloved in the sight of my mother.
6He hath set me in dark places, as they that be dead of old.
7He hath hedged me about, that I cannot get out: he hath made my chain heavy.
8Also when I cry and shout, he shutteth out my prayer.
9He hath inclosed my ways with hewn stone, he hath made my paths crooked.
16My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
25Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor?
10Woe is me, my mother, that thou hast borne me a man of strife and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have neither lent on usury, nor men have lent to me on usury; yet every one of them doth curse me.
15And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
6By thee have I been holden up from the womb: thou art he that took me out of my mother's bowels: my praise shall be continually of thee.
13For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother's womb.
20Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul;
15My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
3The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.
13If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
8He hath fenced up my way that I cannot pass, and he hath set darkness in my paths.
17Have the gates of death been opened unto thee? or hast thou seen the doors of the shadow of death?
1Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble.
16For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed.
13Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
27My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
18When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.
3And dost thou open thine eyes upon such an one, and bringest me into judgment with thee?