Job 6:9
Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
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8 Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
10 Then 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.
11 What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?
22 Then let mine arm fall from my shoulder blade, and mine arm be broken from the bone.
23 For destruction from God was a terror to me, and by reason of his highness I could not endure.
10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
20 Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.
16 I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
13 Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, and let come on me what will.
14 Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in mine hand?
15 Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him.
2 Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
4 For 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.
6 Know now that God hath overthrown me, and hath compassed me with his net.
3 Therefore now, O LORD, take, I beseech thee, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live.
11 He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desote.
23 Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book!
15 And if thou deal thus with me, kill me, I pray thee, out of hand, if I have found favour in thy sight; and let me not see my wretchedness.
12 I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.
34 Let him take his rod away from me, and let not his fear terrify me:
10 He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree.
18 Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
31 Yet shalt thou plunge me in the ditch, and mine own clothes shall abhor me.
13 O 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!
21 Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of God hath touched me.
3 Oh that I knew where I might find him! that I might come even to his seat!
19 Who is he that will plead with me? for now, if I hold my tongue, I shall give up the ghost.
23 Or, Deliver me from the enemy's hand? or, Redeem me from the hand of the mighty?
13 Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
8 Thine hands have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.
8 Then let me sow, and let another eat; yea, let my offspring be rooted out.
22 This is one thing, therefore I said it, He destroyeth the perfect and the wicked.
29 If I rejoiced at the destruction of him that hated me, or lifted up myself when evil found him:
8 Wilt thou also disannul my judgment? wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayest be righteous?
6 Will he plead against me with his great power? No; but he would put strength in me.
7 There the righteous might dispute with him; so should I be delivered for ever from my judge.
18 He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
21 Withdraw thine hand far from me: and let not thy dread make me afraid.
5 But oh that God would speak, and open his lips against thee;
12 Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
13 Be pleased, O LORD, to deliver me: O LORD, make haste to help me.
13 O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.
8 I would seek unto God, and unto God would I commit my cause:
18 When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.
35 Oh that one would hear me! behold, my desire is, that the Almighty would answer me, and that mine adversary had written a book.
22 For God shall cast upon him, and not spare: he would fain flee out of his hand.
36 My desire is that may be tried unto the end because of his answers for wicked men.
12 For it is a fire that consumeth to destruction, and would root out all mine increase.