Job 19:2
How long will ye vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
How long will ye vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
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1¶ Then Job answered and said,
3These ten times have ye reproached me: ye are not ashamed [that] ye make yourselves strange to me.
2How long [will it be ere] ye make an end of words? mark, and afterwards we will speak.
3Wherefore are we counted as beasts, [and] reputed vile in your sight?
3My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?
17For he breaketh me with a tempest, and multiplieth my wounds without cause.
18He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
1¶ Moreover Job continued his parable, and said,
2[As] God liveth, [who] hath taken away my judgment; and the Almighty, [who] hath vexed my soul;
19How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
1¶ Then Job answered and said,
2I have heard many such things: miserable comforters [are] ye all.
3Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldeneth thee that thou answerest?
4I also could speak as ye [do]: if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could heap up words against you, and shake mine head at you.
5[But] I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should asswage [your grief].
6¶ Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and [though] I forbear, what am I eased?
7But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
2How long wilt thou speak these [things]? and [how long shall] the words of thy mouth [be like] a strong wind?
2How long shall I take counsel in my soul, [having] sorrow in my heart daily? how long shall mine enemy be exalted over me?
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.
14He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.
22Why do ye persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
5He hath builded against me, and compassed [me] with gall and travail.
4As for me, [is] my complaint to man? and if [it were so], why should not my spirit be troubled?
1¶ Then Job answered and said,
2Even to day [is] my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
1¶ My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest with me.
13That thou turnest thy spirit against God, and lettest [such] words go out of thy mouth?
16He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones, he hath covered me with ashes.
5Every day they wrest my words: all their thoughts [are] against me for evil.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
26Do ye imagine to reprove words, and the speeches of one that is desperate, [which are] as wind?
5If indeed ye will magnify [yourselves] against me, and plead against me my reproach:
4[How long] shall they utter [and] speak hard things? [and] all the workers of iniquity boast themselves?
5They break in pieces thy people, O LORD, and afflict thine heritage.
18Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, [which] refuseth to be healed? wilt thou be altogether unto me as a liar, [and as] waters [that] fail?
2And Job spake, and said,
9He teareth [me] in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
10They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me.
2Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
1¶ But Job answered and said,
2Hear diligently my speech, and let this be your consolations.
5Then shall he speak unto them in his wrath, and vex them in his sore displeasure.
19Who [is] he [that] will plead with me? for now, if I hold my tongue, I shall give up the ghost.
12I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken [me] by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.
10Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
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.
3How long will ye imagine mischief against a man? ye shall be slain all of you: as a bowing wall [shall ye be, and as] a tottering fence.