Job 16:6
Though I speak, my grief is not eased; and though I forbear, what am I relieved?
Though I speak, my grief is not eased; and though I forbear, what am I relieved?
If I speak, my pain is not relieved; and if I refrain, what do I lose?
Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased?
But what shall I do? For all my wordes, my sorow wil not ceasse: and though I holde my toge, yet wil it not departe fro me.
Though I speake, my sorow can not be asswaged: though I cease, what release haue I?
For all my wordes my sorowe wyll not ceasse: And though I holde my tongue, what am I eased?
¶ Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and [though] I forbear, what am I eased?
"Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?
If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease -- what goeth from me?
Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged; And though I forbear, what am I eased?
Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged; And though I forbear, what am I eased?
If I say what is in my mind, my pain becomes no less: and if I keep quiet, how much of it goes from me?
"Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?
Abandonment by God and Man“But if I speak, my pain is not relieved, and if I refrain from speaking– how much of it goes away?
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2I have heard many such things; miserable comforters are you all.
3Will vain words ever end? Or what makes you bold enough to answer?
4I too could speak as you do; if your soul were in my soul's place, I could heap up words against you and shake my head at you.
5But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips would ease your grief.
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 I should still have comfort; yes, 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 my end, that I should prolong my life?
7But now he has made me weary; you have made desolate all my company.
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.
27If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and console myself:
18When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint within me.
19Who is he that will plead with me? for now, if I keep silent, I shall die.
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
4As for me, is my complaint to a man? And if it were, why should my spirit not be troubled?
15What shall I say? He has spoken to me, and He Himself has done it: I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.
2I was silent and still, I held my peace even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.
1My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
13Is not my help within me? And is wisdom driven quite from me?
2Oh, that my grief were thoroughly 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.
15I have sewn sackcloth upon my skin and defiled my horn in the dust.
16My face is flushed with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
2Even today my complaint is bitter; my suffering is heavier than my groaning.
13Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, and let happen to me what will.
17For I am ready to fall, and my sorrow is continually before me.
6I am weary with my groaning; all the night I make my bed swim; I drench my couch with my tears.
16And now my soul is poured out within me; the days of affliction have seized me.
18He will not allow me to regain my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
24For my sighing comes before I eat, and my groanings are poured out like water.
3When I kept silent, my bones grew old through my groaning all day long.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
19Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
3You said, Woe is me now! for the LORD has added grief to my sorrow; I fainted in my sighing, and I find no rest.
2How long will you vex my soul and break me in pieces with words?
20I will speak, that I may be refreshed; I will open my lips and answer.
8I am feeble and severely broken; I have roared because of the disquiet of my heart.
16I called my servant, and he gave me no answer; I pleaded with him with my mouth.
4Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
13When I say, 'My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint,'
17You have moved my soul far from peace; I forgot prosperity.
16For these things I weep; my eye, my eye runs down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed.
15If I say, I will speak thus; behold, I would offend against the generation of Your children.
16When I thought to understand this, it was too painful for me;
2If we attempt to speak with you, will you be grieved? But who can withhold himself from speaking?
6I am troubled; I am greatly bowed down; I go mourning all the day long.
15Though he slays me, yet will I trust in him; but I will defend my own ways before him.
3My soul is also greatly troubled: but You, O LORD, how long?
18Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? will you be altogether to me as a liar, and as waters that fail?
27My insides boiled and did not rest: the days of affliction confronted me.