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?
Though I speak,{H1696} my grief{H3511} is not assuaged;{H2820} And though I forbear,{H2308} what am I eased?{H1980}
Though I speak{H1696}{(H8762)}, my grief{H3511} is not asswaged{H2820}{(H8735)}: and though I forbear{H2308}{(H8799)}, what am I eased{H1980}{(H8799)}?
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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2 I have heard many such things; miserable comforters are you all.
3 Will vain words ever end? Or what makes you bold enough to answer?
4 I 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.
5 But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips would ease your grief.
8 Oh, that I might have my request and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
9 Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand and cut me off!
10 Then 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.
11 What is my strength, that I should hope? And what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
7 But now he has made me weary; you have made desolate all my company.
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.
27 If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and console myself:
18 When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint within me.
19 Who is he that will plead with me? for now, if I keep silent, I shall die.
20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
4 As for me, is my complaint to a man? And if it were, why should my spirit not be troubled?
15 What 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.
2 I was silent and still, I held my peace even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.
1 My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
13 Is not my help within me? And is wisdom driven quite from me?
2 Oh, that my grief were thoroughly 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.
15 I have sewn sackcloth upon my skin and defiled my horn in the dust.
16 My face is flushed with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
2 Even today my complaint is bitter; my suffering is heavier than my groaning.
13 Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, and let happen to me what will.
17 For I am ready to fall, and my sorrow is continually before me.
6 I am weary with my groaning; all the night I make my bed swim; I drench my couch with my tears.
16 And now my soul is poured out within me; the days of affliction have seized me.
18 He will not allow me to regain my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
24 For my sighing comes before I eat, and my groanings are poured out like water.
3 When I kept silent, my bones grew old through my groaning all day long.
10 For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
19 Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
3 You said, Woe is me now! for the LORD has added grief to my sorrow; I fainted in my sighing, and I find no rest.
2 How long will you vex my soul and break me in pieces with words?
20 I will speak, that I may be refreshed; I will open my lips and answer.
8 I am feeble and severely broken; I have roared because of the disquiet of my heart.
16 I called my servant, and he gave me no answer; I pleaded with him with my mouth.
4 Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
13 When I say, 'My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint,'
17 You have moved my soul far from peace; I forgot prosperity.
16 For 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.
15 If I say, I will speak thus; behold, I would offend against the generation of Your children.
16 When I thought to understand this, it was too painful for me;
2 If we attempt to speak with you, will you be grieved? But who can withhold himself from speaking?
6 I am troubled; I am greatly bowed down; I go mourning all the day long.
15 Though he slays me, yet will I trust in him; but I will defend my own ways before him.
3 My soul is also greatly troubled: but You, O LORD, how long?
18 Why 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?
27 My insides boiled and did not rest: the days of affliction confronted me.