Job 6:3
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
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1But answered and said,
2Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
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.
24For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
25For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.
7The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.
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?
6He hath set me in dark pces, as they that be dead of old.
7He hath hedged me about, that I cannot get out: he hath made my chain heavy.
23Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book!
16And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
20Shall it be told him that I speak? if a man speak, surely he shall be swallowed up.
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?
7But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
6Know now that God hath overthrown me, and hath compassed me with his net.
19He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
13Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
2Even to day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
16He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones, he hath covered me with ashes.
17And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace: I forgat prosperity.
18And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the LORD:
4For mine iniquities are gone over mine head: as an heavy burden they are too heavy for me.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desote.
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.
23For destruction from God was a terror to me, and by reason of his highness I could not endure.
19Who is he that will plead with me? for now, if I hold my tongue, I shall give up the ghost.
3For thou hadst cast me into the deep, in the midst of the seas; and the floods compassed me about: all thy billows and thy waves passed over me.
36Surely I would take it upon my shoulder, and bind it as a crown to me.
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
9He hath inclosed my ways with hewn stone, he hath made my paths crooked.
53They have cut off my life in the dungeon, and cast a stone upon me.
54Waters flowed over mine head; then I said, I am cut off.
18For I am full of matter, the spirit within me constraineth me.
13From above hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them: he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: he hath made me desote and faint all the day.
9The measure thereof is longer than the earth, and broader than the sea.
2How long will ye vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
6I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
20Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
12For innumerable evils have compassed me about: mine iniquities have taken hold upon me, so that I am not able to look up; they are more than the hairs of mine head: therefore my heart faileth me.
13His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
11Or darkness, that thou canst not see; and abundance of waters cover thee.