Job 6:10
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.
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.
It would still be my comfort— I would even exult in the midst of unrelenting pain— for I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
And be it still my consolation,{H5165} Yea, let me exult{H5539} in pain{H2427} that spareth{H2550} not, That I have not denied{H3582} the words{H561} of the Holy One.{H6918}
Then should I yet have comfort{H5165}; yea, I would harden{H5539}{(H8762)} myself in sorrow{H2427}: let him not spare{H2550}{(H8799)}; for I have not concealed{H3582}{(H8765)} the words{H561} of the Holy One{H6918}.
The shulde I haue some coforte: yee I wolde desyre him in my payne, that he shulde not spare, for I will not be agaynst ye wordes of the holy one.
Then should I yet haue comfort, (though I burne with sorowe, let him not spare) because I haue not denyed the wordes of the Holy one.
Then shoulde I haue some comfort, yea I woulde desire him in my payne that he would not spare, for I wil not be against the wordes of the holy one.
Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
Be it still my consolation, Yes, let me exult in pain that doesn't spare, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
And yet it is my comfort, (And I exult in pain -- He doth not spare,) That I have not hidden The sayings of the Holy One.
And be it still my consolation, Yea, let me exult in pain that spareth not, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
And be it still my consolation, Yea, let me exult in pain that spareth not, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
So I would still have comfort, and I would have joy in the pains of death, for I have not been false to the words of the Holy One.
Be it still my consolation, yes, let me exult in pain that doesn't spare, that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
Then I would yet have my comfort, then I would rejoice, in spite of pitiless pain, for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
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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!
18 Why then have You brought me forth out of the womb? Oh, that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
19 I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
11 What is my strength, that I should hope? And what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
5 But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips would ease your grief.
6 Though I speak, my grief is not eased; and though I forbear, what am I relieved?
13 Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, and let happen to me what will.
14 Why do I take my flesh in my teeth and put my life in my hand?
15 Though he slays me, yet will I trust in him; but I will defend my own ways before him.
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:
28 I am afraid of all my sorrows; I know that You will not hold me innocent.
5 I would know the words he would answer me, and understand what he would say to me.
6 Will he contend with me in his great power? No; but he would strengthen me.
7 There the righteous might dispute with him, so I would be delivered forever from my judge.
18 When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint within me.
1 My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2 I will say to God, Do not condemn me; show me why You contend with me.
19 Who is he that will plead with me? for now, if I keep silent, I shall die.
4 As for me, is my complaint to a man? And if it were, why should my spirit not be troubled?
6 Should I lie against my right? My wound is incurable, though I am without transgression.
13 Is not my help within me? And is wisdom driven quite from me?
14 To him who is afflicted, pity should be shown by his friend; yet he forsakes the fear of the Almighty.
34 Let Him take His rod away from me, and let not His fear terrify me:
35 Then I would speak and not fear Him; but it is not so with me.
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.
4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison which drinks up my spirit; the terrors of God have arrayed themselves against me.
3 Surely I would speak to the Almighty, and I desire to reason with God.
13 Oh 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!
23 For destruction from God was a terror to me, and because of His majesty I could not endure.
5 God forbid that I should justify you: until I die I will not renounce my integrity.
6 My righteousness I hold fast and will not let it go; my heart shall not reproach me as long as I live.
15 Whom, though I were righteous, yet would I not answer, but I would plead with my Judge.
21 Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O you my friends, for the hand of God has touched me.
15 If I am wicked, woe to me; and if I am righteous, yet will I not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see my affliction;
16 For God makes my heart faint, and the Almighty troubles me.
17 Because I was not cut off before the darkness, nor has he covered the darkness from my face.
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.
8 I would seek to God, and to God I would commit my cause:
10 Because it did not shut the doors of my mother's womb, nor hide sorrow from my eyes.
27 Whom I shall see for myself, and my eyes shall behold, and not another. How my heart yearns within me!
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 Oh, that I knew where I might find him, that I might come even to his seat!
16 I loathe it; I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are vanity.
15 I have sewn sackcloth upon my skin and defiled my horn in the dust.
36 Surely I would take it upon my shoulder, and bind it as a crown to me.