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!
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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3For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea; therefore my words are swallowed up.
4For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison which drinks up my spirit; the terrors of God have arrayed themselves against me.
1But Job answered and said,
1Then Job answered and said,
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!
6Let me be weighed in an even balance, that God may know my integrity.
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.
11What is my strength, that I should hope? And what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
11Shall I count them pure with wicked balances, and with a bag of deceitful weights?
23Oh that my words were now written! Oh that they were printed in a book!
5For Job has said, I am righteous; and God has taken away my justice.
6Should I lie against my right? My wound is incurable, though I am without transgression.
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.
6Though I speak, my grief is not eased; and though I forbear, what am I relieved?
7But now he has made me weary; you have made desolate all my company.
1Moreover, Job continued his speech and said,
2Oh that I were as in months past, as in the days when God watched over me;
1Moreover, Job continued his discourse and said,
2As God lives, who has taken away my justice, and the Almighty, who has troubled my soul;
36My desire is that Job may be tried to the end because of his answers for wicked men.
17For I am ready to fall, and my sorrow is continually before me.
4As for me, is my complaint to a man? And if it were, why should my spirit not be troubled?
13Is not my help within me? And is wisdom driven quite from me?
19Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
2How long will you vex my soul and break me in pieces with words?
12Is 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.
18When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint within me.
24For my sighing comes before I eat, and my groanings are poured out like water.
4For my iniquities have gone over my head; like a heavy burden, they are too heavy for me.
5If indeed you will magnify yourselves against me and plead against me my reproach,
6Know now that God has overthrown me and has surrounded me with His net.
7Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard; I cry aloud, but there is no justice.
6Therefore I abhor myself, and repent in dust and ashes.
2And Job spoke, and said,
7He has hedged me in so I cannot get out; He has made my chain heavy.
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
1I am the man who has seen affliction by the rod of His wrath.
1My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
16And now my soul is poured out within me; the days of affliction have seized 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.
7There the righteous might dispute with him, so I would be delivered forever from my judge.
19He has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
15If 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;
5I would know the words he would answer me, and understand what he would say to me.
8I would seek to God, and to God I would commit my cause:
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!