Job 6:8
¶ Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant [me] the thing that I long for!
¶ Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant [me] the thing that I long for!
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9Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
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.
11What [is] my strength, that I should hope? and what [is] mine end, that I should prolong my life?
35Oh that one would hear me! behold, my desire [is, that] the Almighty would answer me, and [that] mine adversary had written a book.
36Surely I would take it upon my shoulder, [and] bind it [as] a crown to me.
3Oh that I knew where I might find him! [that] I might come [even] to his seat!
4I would order [my] cause before him, and fill my mouth with arguments.
5I would know the words [which] he would answer me, and understand what he would say unto me.
6Will he plead against me with [his] great power? No; but he would put [strength] in me.
7There the righteous might dispute with him; so should I be delivered for ever from my judge.
23¶ Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book!
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.
4For the arrows of the Almighty [are] within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
7The things [that] my soul refused to touch [are] as my sorrowful meat.
9Lord, all my desire [is] before thee; and my groaning is not hid from thee.
21O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man [pleadeth] for his neighbour!
18[When] I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart [is] faint in me.
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!
8I would seek unto God, and unto God would I commit my cause:
20[Are] not my days few? cease [then, and] let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
2Oh that I were as [in] months past, as [in] the days [when] God preserved me;
7¶ Two [things] have I required of thee; deny me [them] not before I die:
6And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! [for then] would I fly away, and be at rest.
15So that my soul chooseth strangling, [and] death rather than my life.
16I loathe [it]; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days [are] vanity.
5But oh that God would speak, and open his lips against thee;
36My desire [is that] Job may be tried unto the end because of [his] answers for wicked men.
13O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.
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.
6¶ Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and [though] I forbear, what am I eased?
21Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of God hath touched me.
3Therefore now, O LORD, take, I beseech thee, my life from me; for [it is] better for me to die than to live.
13[Is] not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
5O that my ways were directed to keep thy statutes!
3Surely I would speak to the Almighty, and I desire to reason with God.
24For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
8I cried to thee, O LORD; and unto the LORD I made supplication.
1¶ Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!
22[Then] let mine arm fall from my shoulder blade, and mine arm be broken from the bone.
8Also when I cry and shout, he shutteth out my prayer.
2Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I [am] weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
3My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?
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!
1¶ My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves [are ready] for me.
20¶ My soul breaketh for the longing [that it hath] unto thy judgments at all times.
6I have called upon thee, for thou wilt hear me, O God: incline thine ear unto me, [and] hear my speech.
17For I [am] ready to halt, and my sorrow [is] continually before me.
19He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
9¶ Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, [yea], my soul and my belly.