Job 7:15
So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.
So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.
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16 I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
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.
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
3 Therefore now, O LORD, take, I beseech thee, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live.
14 Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:
1 My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
7 The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.
8 Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
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.
11 What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?
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.
20 Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
13 O 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!
14 If a man die, shall he live again? all the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change come.
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.
3 The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.
4 My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
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!
16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
18 He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
3 For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.
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.
20 So that his life abhorreth bread, and his soul dainty meat.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
6 The sorrows of hell compassed me about; the snares of death prevented me;
19 Who is he that will plead with me? for now, if I hold my tongue, I shall give up the ghost.
5 The sorrows of hell compassed me about: the snares of death prevented me.
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.
13 If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
22 Yea, his soul draweth near unto the grave, and his life to the destroyers.
5 Let the enemy persecute my soul, and take it; yea, let him tread down my life upon the earth, and lay mine honour in the dust. Selah.
12 Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
13 I reckoned till morning, that, as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
21 Which long for death, but it cometh not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;
19 How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
11 Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
2 Lest he tear my soul like a lion, rending it in pieces, while there is none to deliver.
15 I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: while I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.
11 He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
23 For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
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.
6 My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace.
18 He keepeth back his soul from the pit, and his life from perishing by the sword.
15 And if thou deal thus with me, kill me, I pray thee, out of hand, if I have found favour in thy sight; and let me not see my wretchedness.
2 As God liveth, who hath taken away my judgment; and the Almighty, who hath vexed my soul;