Job 16:6
Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased?
Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased?
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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.
5But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should asswage your grief.
8Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
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?
7But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
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.
27If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and comfort myself:
18When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.
19Who is he that will plead with me? for now, if I hold my tongue, I shall give up the ghost.
20Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
4As for me, is my complaint to man? and if it were so, why should not my spirit be troubled?
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.
2I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.
1My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
13Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
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.
15I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
16My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
2Even to day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
13Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, and let come on me what will.
17For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.
6I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
16And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
18He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
24For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
3When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
19Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
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.
2How long will ye vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
20I will speak, that I may be refreshed: I will open my lips and answer.
8I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
16I called my servant, and he gave me no answer; I intreated him with my mouth.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
13When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
17And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace: I forgat prosperity.
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 desote, because the enemy prevailed.
15If I say, I will speak thus; behold, I should offend against the generation of thy children.
16When I thought to know this, it was too painful for me;
2If we assay to commune with thee, wilt thou be grieved? but who can withhold himself from speaking?
6I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
15Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him.
3My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?
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?
27My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.