Job 6:2
Oh, that my grief were thoroughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
Oh, that my grief were thoroughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
If only my grief could be weighed and my calamity placed together on the scales!
Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
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O that my misery weere weyed, and my punyshment layed in the balaunces:
Oh that my griefe were well weighed, and my miseries were layed together in the balance.
O that my complaynt were truely wayed, and my punishment layde in the balaunces together:
Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
"Oh that my anguish were weighed, And all my calamity laid in the balances!
O that my provocation were thoroughly weighed, And my calamity in balances They would lift up together!
Oh that my vexation were but weighed, And all my calamity laid in the balances!
Oh that my vexation were but weighed, And all my calamity laid in the balances!
If only my passion might be measured, and put into the scales against my trouble!
"Oh that my anguish were weighed, and all my calamity laid in the balances!
“Oh, if only my grief could be weighed, and my misfortune laid on the scales too!
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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.
1 But Job answered and said,
1 Then Job answered and said,
2 Even today my complaint is bitter; my suffering is heavier than my groaning.
3 Oh, that I knew where I might find him, that I might come even to his seat!
6 Let me be weighed in an even balance, that God may know my integrity.
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?
11 Shall I count them pure with wicked balances, and with a bag of deceitful weights?
23 Oh that my words were now written! Oh that they were printed in a book!
5 For Job has said, I am righteous; and God has taken away my justice.
6 Should I lie against my right? My wound is incurable, though I am without transgression.
35 Oh that one would hear me! Behold, my desire is that the Almighty would answer me, and that my adversary had written a book.
36 Surely I would take it upon my shoulder, and bind it as a crown to me.
6 Though I speak, my grief is not eased; and though I forbear, what am I relieved?
7 But now he has made me weary; you have made desolate all my company.
1 Moreover, Job continued his speech and said,
2 Oh that I were as in months past, as in the days when God watched over me;
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;
36 My desire is that Job may be tried to the end because of his answers for wicked men.
17 For I am ready to fall, and my sorrow is continually before me.
4 As for me, is my complaint to a man? And if it were, why should my spirit not be troubled?
13 Is not my help within me? And is wisdom driven quite from 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.
2 How long will you vex my soul and break me in pieces with words?
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.
18 When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint within me.
24 For my sighing comes before I eat, and my groanings are poured out like water.
4 For my iniquities have gone over my head; like a heavy burden, they are too heavy for me.
5 If indeed you will magnify yourselves against me and plead against me my reproach,
6 Know now that God has overthrown me and has surrounded me with His net.
7 Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard; I cry aloud, but there is no justice.
6 Therefore I abhor myself, and repent in dust and ashes.
2 And Job spoke, and said,
7 He has hedged me in so I cannot get out; He has made my chain heavy.
20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
1 I am the man who has seen affliction by the rod of His wrath.
1 My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
16 And now my soul is poured out within me; the days of affliction have seized 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.
7 There the righteous might dispute with him, so I would be delivered forever from my judge.
19 He has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
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;
5 I would know the words he would answer me, and understand what he would say to me.
8 I would seek to God, and to God I would commit my cause:
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!