Job 23:2
Even today my complaint is bitter; my suffering is heavier than my groaning.
Even today my complaint is bitter; my suffering is heavier than my groaning.
Even today my complaint is bitter; my suffering is heavier than my groaning.
Even to day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
Even to-day{H3117} is my complaint{H7879} rebellious:{H4805} My stroke{H3027} is heavier{H3513} than my groaning.{H585}
Even to day{H3117} is my complaint{H7879} bitter{H4805}: my stroke{H3027} is heavier{H3513}{(H8804)} than my groaning{H585}.
My sayenge is yet this daye in bytternes, and my hande heuy amonge my groninges.
Though my talke be this day in bitternes, and my plague greater then my groning,
Though my talke be this day in bitternesse, and my plague greater then my groning.
Even to day [is] my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
"Even today is my complaint rebellious. His hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.
Also -- to-day `is' my complaint bitter, My hand hath been heavy because of my sighing.
Even to-day is my complaint rebellious: My stroke is heavier than my groaning.
Even to-day is my complaint rebellious: My stroke is heavier than my groaning.
Even today my outcry is bitter; his hand is hard on my sorrow.
"Even today my complaint is rebellious. His hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.
“Even today my complaint is still bitter; his hand is heavy despite my groaning.
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1 Then Job answered and said,
1 But Job answered and said,
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.
3 Oh, that I knew where I might find him, that I might come even to his seat!
1 My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
4 As for me, is my complaint to a man? And if it were, why should my spirit not be troubled?
2 And Job spoke, and said,
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.
1 I am the man who has seen affliction by the rod of His wrath.
24 For my sighing comes before I eat, and my groanings are poured out like water.
6 I am troubled; I am greatly bowed down; I go mourning all the day long.
19 Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
12 Is it nothing to you, all you that pass by? Look and see if there is any sorrow like my sorrow, which is done to me, with which the LORD has afflicted me in the day of his fierce anger.
13 From above he has sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them: he has spread a net for my feet, he has turned me back: he has made me desolate and faint all the day.
1 Moreover, Job continued his discourse and said,
2 As God lives, who has taken away my justice, and the Almighty, who has troubled my soul;
1 Then Job answered and said,
2 How long will you vex my soul and break me in pieces with words?
21 They 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.
22 Let 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.
14 For all day long I have been plagued, and chastened every morning.
17 For I am ready to fall, and my sorrow is continually before me.
21 Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pierced in my mind.
19 He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, and the multitude of his bones with strong pain;
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.
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.
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.
3 Surely against me He is turned; He turns His hand against me all day long.
6 Though I speak, my grief is not eased; and though I forbear, what am I relieved?
2 I poured out my complaint before Him; I showed Him my trouble.
18 He will not allow me to regain my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
18 When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint within me.
6 Should I lie against my right? My wound is incurable, though I am without transgression.
39 Why should a living man complain, a man for the punishment of his sins?
23 He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
13 When I say, 'My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint,'
16 And now my soul is poured out within me; the days of affliction have seized me.
7 There the righteous might dispute with him, so I would be delivered forever from my judge.
10 As with a sword in my bones, my enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is your God?
2 For your arrows pierce deeply into me, and your hand presses me hard.
1 But Job answered and said,
2 I have heard many such things; miserable comforters are you all.
38 If my land cries against me, or its furrows likewise complain;
19 He has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
5 He has built against me and surrounded me with bitterness and hardship.
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.
10 Remove your stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of your hand.
35 "They have struck me," you shall say, "and I was not hurt; they have beaten me, and I did not feel it; when shall I awake, I will seek it yet again."
27 If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and console myself: