Job 6:8
Oh, that I might have my request and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
Oh, that I might have my request and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
Oh, that my request would be granted, and that God would fulfill my hope.
Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
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Oh that I might have{H935}{(H8799)} my request{H7596}; and that God{H433} would grant{H5414}{(H8799)} me the thing that I long for{H8615}!
O that I might haue my desyre: O yt God wolde graunte me the thynge, that I longe for:
Oh that I might haue my desire, and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
O that I might haue my desire, and that God woulde graunt me the thing that I long for:
¶ Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant [me] the thing that I long for!
"Oh that I might have my request; That God would grant the thing that I long for!
O that my request may come, That God may grant my hope!
Oh that I might have my request; And that God would grant `me' the thing that I long for!
Oh that I might have my request; And that God would grant [me] the thing that I long for!
If only I might have an answer to my prayer, and God would give me my desire!
"Oh that I might have my request, that God would grant the thing that I long for,
A Cry for Death“Oh that my request would be realized, and that God would grant me what I long for!
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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?
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.
3 Oh, that I knew where I might find him, that I might come even to his seat!
4 I would present my case before him and fill my mouth with arguments.
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.
23 Oh that my words were now written! Oh that they were printed in a book!
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.
7 The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful food.
9 Lord, all my desire is before you, and my groaning is not hidden from you.
21 Oh, that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleads for his neighbor!
18 When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint within me.
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!
8 I would seek to God, and to God I would commit my cause:
20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
2 Oh that I were as in months past, as in the days when God watched over me;
7 Two things I have requested of You; do not deny me before I die:
6 And I said, Oh, that I had wings like a dove! For then I would fly away and be at rest.
15 so that my soul chooses strangling, and death rather than my life.
16 I loathe it; I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are vanity.
5 Oh, that God would speak and open His lips against you,
36 My desire is that Job may be tried to the end because of his answers for wicked men.
13 O spare me, so I may recover strength, before I go away and am no more.
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.
6 Though I speak, my grief is not eased; and though I forbear, what am I relieved?
21 Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O you my friends, for the hand of God has touched me.
3 Therefore now, O LORD, take, I beg you, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live.
13 Is not my help within me? And is wisdom driven quite from me?
5 Oh that my ways were directed to keep Your statutes!
3 Surely I would speak to the Almighty, and I desire to reason with God.
24 For my sighing comes before I eat, and my groanings are poured out like water.
8 I cried out to you, O LORD; and to the LORD I made supplication.
1 Oh 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!
22 Then let my arm fall from my shoulder blade, and let my arm be broken at the bone.
8 Even when I cry and shout, He shuts out my prayer.
2 Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are troubled.
3 My soul is also greatly troubled: but You, O LORD, how long?
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!
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
20 My soul breaks with longing for Your judgments at all times.
6 I have called upon you, for you will hear me, O God; incline your ear to me, and hear my speech.
17 For I am ready to fall, and my sorrow is continually before me.
19 He has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
9 Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: my eye is consumed with grief, yes, my soul and my body.