Job 7:4
When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
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3 So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
11 Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12 Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
14 Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:
6 I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
13 In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men,
19 How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
20 I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?
21 And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.
16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17 My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
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 I reckoned till morning, that, as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
12 They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
13 If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
2 In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.
12 So man lieth down, and riseth not: till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, nor be raised out of their sleep.
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!
40 Thus I was; in the day the drought consumed me, and the frost by night; and my sleep departed from mine eyes.
5 I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the LORD sustained me.
26 Upon this I awaked, and beheld; and my sleep was sweet unto me.
3 Surely I will not come into the tabernacle of my house, nor go up into my bed;
4 I will not give sleep to mine eyes, or slumber to mine eyelids,
14 For all the day long have I been plagued, and chastened every morning.
13 For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
4 Thou holdest mine eyes waking: I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
6 I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
4 My heart panted, fearfulness affrighted me: the night of my pleasure hath he turned into fear unto me.
11 If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light about me.
6 When I remember thee upon my bed, and meditate on thee in the night watches.
20 Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
16 When I applied mine heart to know wisdom, and to see the business that is done upon the earth: (for also there is that neither day nor night seeth sleep with his eyes:)
6 I call to remembrance my song in the night: I commune with mine own heart: and my spirit made diligent search.
16 I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
24 For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
35 They have stricken me, shalt thou say, and I was not sick; they have beaten me, and I felt it not: when shall I awake? I will seek it yet again.
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
27 My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
28 I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
3 When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
23 For all his days are sorrows, and his travail grief; yea, his heart taketh not rest in the night. This is also vanity.
4 As for me, is my complaint to man? and if it were so, why should not my spirit be troubled?
20 For the bed is shorter than that a man can stretch himself on it: and the covering narrower than that he can wrap himself in it.
7 But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
3 My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?
2 It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.