Job 7:11
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.
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.
Therefore, I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
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.
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.
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.
Therfore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my sprete, in ye bytternesse of my mynde will I talke.
Therefore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my minde.
Therfore I wil not spare my mouth, but I will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my mynde.
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.
"Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.
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.
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.
So I will not keep my mouth shut; I will let the words come from it in the pain of my spirit, my soul will make a bitter outcry.
"Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
Job Remonstrates with God“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.
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1My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2I will say to God, Do not condemn me; show me why You contend with me.
12Am I a sea, or a monster, that you set a watch over me?
13When I say, 'My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint,'
4As for me, is my complaint to a man? And if it were, why should my spirit not be troubled?
18He will not allow me to regain my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
15What 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.
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.
19Who is he that will plead with me? for now, if I keep silent, I shall die.
24For my sighing comes before I eat, and my groanings are poured out like water.
19How long will you not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow my spittle?
20I have sinned; what shall I do unto you, O preserver of men? Why have you set me as a mark against you, so that I am a burden to myself?
21And why do you not pardon my transgression and take away my iniquity? For now shall I sleep in the dust, and you shall seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.
6Though I speak, my grief is not eased; and though I forbear, what am I relieved?
15so that my soul chooses strangling, and death rather than my life.
16I loathe it; I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are vanity.
4Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
27If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and console myself:
28I am afraid of all my sorrows; I know that You will not hold me innocent.
7Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard; I cry aloud, but there is no justice.
13Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, and let happen to me what will.
14Why do I take my flesh in my teeth and put my life in my hand?
1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
2Even today my complaint is bitter; my suffering is heavier than my groaning.
27My insides boiled and did not rest: the days of affliction confronted me.
28I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
10He shall return no more to his house, nor shall his place know him anymore.
2How long will you vex my soul and break me in pieces with words?
16And now my soul is poured out within me; the days of affliction have seized me.
18When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint within me.
20I will speak, that I may be refreshed; I will open my lips and answer.
18Why then have You brought me forth out of the womb? Oh, that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
21Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pierced in my mind.
2I poured out my complaint before Him; I showed Him my trouble.
25Did I not weep for those in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the poor?
7There the righteous might dispute with him, so I would be delivered forever from my judge.
13That you turn your spirit against God, and let such words go out of your mouth?
6My righteousness I hold fast and will not let it go; my heart shall not reproach me as long as I live.
17For I am ready to fall, and my sorrow is continually before me.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
13From above he has sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them: he has spread a net for my feet, he has turned me back: he has made me desolate and faint all the day.
20Behold, O LORD; for I am in distress: my heart is troubled; my heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: abroad the sword bereaves, at home there is as death.
21They have heard that I sigh: there is none to comfort me: all my enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that you have done it: you will bring the day that you have promised, and they shall be like me.
10Because it did not shut the doors of my mother's womb, nor hide sorrow from my eyes.
20Shall it be told him that I speak? If a man speaks, surely he shall be swallowed up.
9I will bear the indignation of the LORD, because I have sinned against him, until he pleads my cause and executes judgment for me; he will bring me forth to the light, and I shall behold his righteousness.
8I am feeble and severely broken; I have roared because of the disquiet of my heart.
3As long as my breath is in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils;
30Neither have I allowed my mouth to sin by wishing a curse upon his soul.