Job 9:18
He will not allow me to regain my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
He will not allow me to regain my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
He will not allow me to catch my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
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He will not suffer{H5414}{(H8799)} me to take{H7725}{(H8687)} my breath{H7307}, but filleth{H7646}{(H8686)} me with bitterness{H4472}.
He will not let my sprete be in rest, but fylleth me wt bytternesse.
He wil not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
He will not allow me to take my breath, But fills me with bitterness.
He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.
He will not suffer me to take my breath, But filleth me with bitterness.
He will not suffer me to take my breath, But filleth me with bitterness.
He would not let me take my breath, but I would be full of bitter grief.
He will not allow me to catch my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
He does not allow me to recover my breath, for he fills me with bitterness.
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17 For He crushes me with a storm, and multiplies my wounds without cause.
15 He has filled me with bitterness, He has made me drunk with wormwood.
16 He has also broken my teeth with gravel stones; He has covered me with ashes.
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.
1 My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
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.
13 His archers surround me, he cleaves my entrails asunder and does not spare; he pours out my gall upon the ground.
14 He breaks me with breach upon breach; he runs upon me like a giant.
4 My flesh and my skin He has made old; He has broken my bones.
5 He has built against me and surrounded me with bitterness and hardship.
6 He has set me in dark places, like those long dead.
7 He has hedged me in so I cannot get out; He has made my chain heavy.
19 If I speak of strength, lo, He is mighty: and if of judgment, who shall set a time for me to plead?
19 He has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
8 He has fenced up my way so that I cannot pass, and He has set darkness in my paths.
9 He has stripped me of my glory and taken the crown from my head.
3 As long as my breath is in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils;
19 How long will you not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow my spittle?
3 For the enemy has persecuted my soul; he has crushed my life to the ground; he has made me dwell in darkness, like those long dead.
4 Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
2 How long will you vex my soul and break me in pieces with words?
22 You lift me up to the wind; You cause me to ride upon it, and dissolve my substance.
15 What 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.
13 From 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.
11 He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
7 But now he has made me weary; you have made desolate all my company.
8 You have filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me, and my leanness rising up in me bears witness to my face.
9 He tears me in his wrath, who hates me; he gnashes upon me with his teeth; my enemy sharpens his eyes upon me.
19 Who is he that will plead with me? for now, if I keep silent, I shall die.
19 Remembering my affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.
15 so that my soul chooses strangling, and death rather than my life.
24 For my sighing comes before I eat, and my groanings are poured out like water.
9 He has enclosed my ways with hewn stone; He has made my paths crooked.
4 As for me, is my complaint to a man? And if it were, why should my spirit not be troubled?
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!
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.
10 For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
18 When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint within me.
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.
16 And now my soul is poured out within me; the days of affliction have seized me.
20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
10 Remove your stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of your hand.
28 I am afraid of all my sorrows; I know that You will not hold me innocent.
2 Even today my complaint is bitter; my suffering is heavier than my groaning.
18 The LORD has chastened me severely, but He has not given me over to death.
11 He has also kindled His wrath against me and counts me as one of His enemies.
19 He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, and the multitude of his bones with strong pain;
20 Why is light given to him who is in misery, and life to the bitter in soul;