Job 32:18
For I am full of matter, the spirit within me constraineth me.
For I am full of matter, the spirit within me constraineth me.
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19Behold, my belly is as wine which hath no vent; it is ready to burst like new bottles.
20I will speak, that I may be refreshed: I will open my lips and answer.
17I said, I will answer also my part, I also will shew mine opinion.
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.
12Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
18He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
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.
16And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
24For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
6Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased?
9Then I said, I will not make mention of him, nor speak any more in his name. But his word was in mine heart as a burning fire shut up in my bones, and I was weary with forbearing, and I could not stay.
6I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
7For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.
8I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
4As for me, is my complaint to man? and if it were so, why should not my spirit be troubled?
27My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
3My words shall be of the uprightness of my heart: and my lips shall utter knowledge clearly.
4The Spirit of God hath made me, and the breath of the Almighty hath given me life.
3My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: then spake I with my tongue,
19Who is he that will plead with me? for now, if I hold my tongue, I shall give up the ghost.
3All the while my breath is in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils;
2Therefore do my thoughts cause me to answer, and for this I make haste.
3I have heard the check of my reproach, and the spirit of my understanding causeth me to answer.
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.
1My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
21Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
17For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.
13Behold, I pressed under you, as a cart is pressed that is full of sheaves.
3When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
18When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.
1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
8But truly I am full of power by the spirit of the LORD, and of judgment, and of might, to declare unto Jacob his transgression, and to Israel his sin.
18By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
14I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.
11Therefore I am full of the fury of the LORD; I am weary with holding in: I will pour it out upon the children abroad, and upon the assembly of young men together: for even the husband with the wife shall be taken, the aged with him that is full of days.
7He hath hedged me about, that I cannot get out: he hath made my chain heavy.
15He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath made me drunken with wormwood.
14I have long time holden my peace; I have been still, and refrained myself: now will I cry like a travailing woman; I will destroy and devour at once.
1To the chief Musician upon Shoshannim, for the sons of Korah, Maschil, A Song of loves. My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
3Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldeneth thee that thou answerest?
13Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, and let come on me what will.
20Behold, O LORD; for I am in distress: my bowels are troubled; mine heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death.
9Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.
8And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.
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.
10Therefore I said, Hearken to me; I also will shew mine opinion.
25For I have satiated the weary soul, and I have replenished every sorrowful soul.
2For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore.