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.
23Oh 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!
18When 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:
20Are 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;
7Two 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 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.
6Though 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.
13Is 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.
1Oh 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!
22Then 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!
1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
20My 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.
9Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.