Job 19:17
My breath is offensive to my wife. I am loathsome to the children of my own mother.
My breath is offensive to my wife. I am loathsome to the children of my own mother.
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13"He has put my brothers far from me. My acquaintances are wholly estranged from me.
14My relatives have gone away. My familiar friends have forgotten me.
15Those who dwell in my house, and my maids, count me for a stranger. I am an alien in their sight.
16I call to my servant, and he gives me no answer. I beg him with my mouth.
18Even young children despise me. If I arise, they speak against me.
19All my familiar friends abhor me. They whom I loved have turned against me.
20My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh. I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
21"Have pity on me, have pity on me, you my friends; for the hand of God has touched me.
1"My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
18He will not allow me to catch my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
15If I had said, "I will speak thus;" behold, I would have betrayed the generation of your children.
12"Hear my prayer, Yahweh, and give ear to my cry. Don't be silent at my tears. For I am a stranger with you, a foreigner, as all my fathers were.
3(For the length of my life is still in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils);
27and my heart has been secretly enticed, and my hand threw a kiss from my mouth,
9Lord, all my desire is before you. My groaning is not hidden from you.
10My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.
11My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my plague. My kinsmen stand far away.
15so that my soul chooses strangling, death rather than my bones.
9"If my heart has been enticed to a woman, and I have laid wait at my neighbor's door,
10then let my wife grind for another, and let others sleep with her.
10For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
19Who is he who will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the spirit.
20For why should you, my son, be captivated with an adulteress? Why embrace the bosom of another?
19How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?
40This was my situation: in the day the drought consumed me, and the frost by night; and my sleep fled from my eyes.
11"Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
4As for me, is my complaint to man? Why shouldn't I be impatient?
20Aren't my days few? Cease then. Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
18By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
19He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
20See, Yahweh; 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.
24For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.
27Whom I, even I, shall see on my side. My eyes shall see, and not as a stranger. "My heart is consumed within me.
3You have reproached me ten times. You aren't ashamed that you attack me.
21For my soul was grieved. I was embittered in my heart.
8I have become a stranger to my brothers, an alien to my mother's children.
12Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should nurse?
22As for me, I said in my haste, "I am cut off from before your eyes." Nevertheless you heard the voice of my petitions when I cried to you.
13Isn't it that I have no help in me, That wisdom is driven quite from me?
4My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, for I forget to eat my bread.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.
6"Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.
11My days are past, my plans are broken off, as are the thoughts of my heart.
2"Oh, my son! Oh, son of my womb! Oh, son of my vows!
2Contend with your mother! Contend, for she is not my wife, neither am I her husband; and let her put away her prostitution from her face, and her adulteries from between her breasts;
16For these things I weep; my eye, my eye runs down with water; Because the comforter who should refresh my soul is far from me: My children are desolate, because the enemy has prevailed.
18"'Why, then, have you brought me forth out of the womb? I wish I had given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me.
14Why should I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand?
1"My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.