Job 6:9
Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand and cut me off!
Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand and cut me off!
That God would be willing to crush me, to let loose His hand and cut me off!
Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
Even that it would please{H2974} God{H433} to crush{H1792} me; That he would let loose{H5425} his hand,{H3027} and cut me off!{H1214}
Even that it would please{H2974}{(H8686)} God{H433} to destroy{H1792}{(H8762)} me; that he would let loose{H5425}{(H8686)} his hand{H3027}, and cut me off{H1214}{(H8762)}!
That he wolde begynne and smyte me: that he wolde let his honde go, & hew me downe.
That is, that God would destroy me: that he would let his hand go, and cut me off.
O that God would begin and smite me, that he would let his hand go and take me cleane away:
Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
That God would please -- and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!
Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
If only he would be pleased to put an end to me; and would let loose his hand, so that I might be cut off!
even that it would please God to crush me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
And that God would be willing to crush me, that he would let loose his hand and kill me.
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8 Oh, that I might have my request and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
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?
22 Then let my arm fall from my shoulder blade, and let my arm be broken at the bone.
23 For destruction from God was a terror to me, and because of His majesty I could not endure.
10 Remove your stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of your hand.
20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
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.
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.
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.
6 Know now that God has overthrown me and has surrounded me with His net.
3 Therefore now, O LORD, take, I beg you, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live.
11 He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
23 Oh that my words were now written! Oh that they were printed in a book!
15 And if You deal thus with me, kill me, I pray You, out of hand, if I have found favor in Your sight; and let me not see my wretchedness.
12 I was at ease, but he has broken me apart; he has also seized me by my neck and shaken me to pieces and set me up as his target.
34 Let Him take His rod away from me, and let not His fear terrify me:
10 He has destroyed me on every side, and I am gone; and my hope He has removed like a tree.
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!
31 Yet You will plunge me into the pit, and my own clothes will abhor 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!
21 Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O you my friends, for the hand of God has touched me.
3 Oh, that I knew where I might find him, that I might come even to his seat!
19 Who is he that will plead with me? for now, if I keep silent, I shall die.
23 Or Deliver me from the enemy's hand? Or Redeem me from the hand of the mighty?
13 Is not my help within me? And is wisdom driven quite from me?
8 Your hands have made and fashioned me together all around; yet You destroy me.
8 Then let me sow, and let another eat; yes, let my offspring be rooted out.
22 This is one thing, therefore I have said it, He destroys the perfect and the wicked.
29 If I rejoiced at the destruction of him that hated me, or lifted myself up when evil found him;
8 Will you also annul my judgment? Will you condemn me, that you may be justified?
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 He will not allow me to regain my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
21 Withdraw your hand far from me, and let not your dread make me afraid.
5 Oh, that God would speak and open His lips against you,
12 My lifespan is gone, taken from me like a shepherd's tent: I have cut off my life like a weaver; He cuts me off with pining sickness: from day to night You make an end of me.
13 Be pleased, O LORD, to deliver me: O LORD, make haste to help me.
13 O spare me, so I may recover strength, before I go away and am no more.
8 I would seek to God, and to God I would commit my cause:
18 When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint within me.
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.
22 For God will hurl upon him, and not spare; he would gladly flee out of His hand.
36 My desire is that Job may be tried to the end because of his answers for wicked men.
12 For it is a fire that consumes to destruction, and would root out all my increase.