Job 19:23
Oh that my words were now written! Oh that they were printed in a book!
Oh that my words were now written! Oh that they were printed in a book!
Oh, that my words were written! Oh, that they were inscribed in a book!
Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book!
O that my wordes were written, O that they were put in a boke:
Oh that my wordes were nowe written! oh that they were written euen in a booke,
O that my wordes were now written, O that they were put in a booke,
¶ Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book!
"Oh that my words were now written! Oh that they were inscribed in a book!
Who doth grant now, That my words may be written? Who doth grant that in a book they may be graven?
Oh that my words were now written! Oh that they were inscribed in a book!
Oh that my words were now written! Oh that they were inscribed in a book!
If only my words might be recorded! if they might be put in writing in a book!
"Oh that my words were now written! Oh that they were inscribed in a book!
Job’s Assurance of Vindication“O that my words were written down, O that they were written on a scroll,
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24That they were engraved with an iron pen and lead in the rock forever!
35Oh that one would hear me! Behold, my desire is that the Almighty would answer me, and that my adversary had written a book.
36Surely I would take it upon my shoulder, and bind it as a crown to me.
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.
2Even today my complaint is bitter; my suffering is heavier than my groaning.
3Oh, that I knew where I might find him, that I might come even to his seat!
4I would present my case before him and fill my mouth with arguments.
5I would know the words he would answer me, and understand what he would say to me.
21Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O you my friends, for the hand of God has touched me.
22Why do you persecute me as God does, and are not satisfied with my flesh?
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.
5Oh that my ways were directed to keep Your statutes!
2Oh that I were as in months past, as in the days when God watched over me;
13Oh that You would hide me in the grave, that You would keep me secret, until Your wrath is past, that You would appoint me a set time, and remember me!
8Now go, write it before them on a tablet, and document it in a book, that it may be for the time to come forever and ever:
1Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!
21They have heard that I sigh: there is none to comfort me: all my enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that you have done it: you will bring the day that you have promised, and they shall be like me.
22Let all their wickedness come before you; and do unto them, as you have done unto me for all my transgressions: for my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.
2How long will you vex my soul and break me in pieces with words?
5Oh, that God would speak and open His lips against you,
19Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.
20My friends scorn me, but my eye pours out tears to God.
36My desire is that Job may be tried to the end because of his answers for wicked men.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue clings to my jaws; You have brought me into the dust of death.
19He has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
9Then I said, I will not make mention of him, nor speak anymore in his name. But his word was in my heart as a burning fire shut up in my bones, and I was weary with holding back, and I could not stay.
9He has enclosed my ways with hewn stone; He has made my paths crooked.
15Behold, they say to me, Where is the word of the LORD? Let it come now.
21Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pierced in my mind.
16For I said, 'Hear me, lest otherwise they rejoice over me; when my foot slips, they magnify themselves against me.'
17For I am ready to fall, and my sorrow is continually before me.
2Thus says the LORD God of Israel, saying, Write down all the words that I have spoken to you in a book.
9Lord, all my desire is before you, and my groaning is not hidden from you.
18When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint within me.
22For I said in my haste, I am cut off from before your eyes: nevertheless you heard the voice of my supplications when I cried to you.
11He puts my feet in the stocks, He marks all my paths.
7There the righteous might dispute with him, so I would be delivered forever from my judge.
26For you write bitter things against me, and make me inherit the iniquities of my youth.
19But I was like a gentle lamb or an ox that is brought to the slaughter; and I did not know that they had devised plots against me, saying, Let us destroy the tree with its fruit, and let us cut him off from the land of the living, that his name may be remembered no more.
24For my sighing comes before I eat, and my groanings are poured out like water.
19But do not be far from me, O LORD; O my strength, hurry to help me.
17I can count all my bones; they look and stare at me.
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
1My heart is overflowing with a good matter: I speak of the things I have composed concerning the king: my tongue is the pen of a skillful writer.
22Then let my arm fall from my shoulder blade, and let my arm be broken at the bone.
28But you should say, 'Why do we persecute him, since the root of the matter is found in me?'
10Remove your stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of your hand.