Job 19:2
"How long will you torment me, and crush me with words?
"How long will you torment me, and crush me with words?
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1 Then Job answered,
3 You have reproached me ten times. You aren't ashamed that you attack me.
2 "How long will you hunt for words? Consider, and afterwards we will speak.
3 Why are we counted as animals, which have become unclean in your sight?
3 My soul is also in great anguish. But you, Yahweh--how long?
17 For he breaks me with a storm, and multiplies my wounds without cause.
18 He will not allow me to catch my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
1 Job again took up his parable, and said,
2 "As God lives, who has taken away my right, the Almighty, who has made my soul bitter.
19 How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?
1 Then Job answered,
2 "I have heard many such things. You are all miserable comforters!
3 Shall vain words have an end? Or what provokes you that you answer?
4 I also could speak as you do. If your soul were in my soul's place, I could join words together against you, and shake my head at you,
5 but I would strengthen you with my mouth. The solace of my lips would relieve you.
6 "Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?
7 But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made desolate all my company.
2 "How long will you speak these things? Shall the words of your mouth be a mighty wind?
2 How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart every day? How long shall my enemy triumph over me?
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.
14 He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs on me like a giant.
22 Why do you persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?
4 My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
5 He has built against me, and surrounded me with gall and travail.
4 As for me, is my complaint to man? Why shouldn't I be impatient?
1 Then Job answered,
2 "Even today my complaint is rebellious. His hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.
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.
2 I will tell God, 'Do not condemn me. Show me why you contend with me.
13 That you turn your spirit against God, and let such words go out of your mouth?
16 He has also broken my teeth with gravel stones; he has covered me with ashes.
5 All day long they twist my words. All their thoughts are against me for evil.
11 He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.
26 Do you intend to reprove words, since the speeches of one who is desperate are as wind?
5 If indeed you will magnify yourselves against me, and plead against me my reproach;
4 They pour out arrogant words. All the evildoers boast.
5 They break your people in pieces, Yahweh, and afflict your heritage.
18 Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuses to be healed? will you indeed be to me as a deceitful [brook], as waters that fail?
2 Job answered:
9 He has torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me. He has gnashed on me with his teeth. My adversary sharpens his eyes on me.
10 They have gaped on me with their mouth. They have struck me on the cheek reproachfully. They gather themselves together against me.
2 "Oh that my anguish were weighed, and all my calamity laid in the balances!
1 Then Job answered,
2 "Listen diligently to my speech. Let this be your consolation.
5 Then he will speak to them in his anger, and terrify them in his wrath:
19 Who is he who will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the spirit.
12 I was at ease, and he broke me apart. Yes, he has taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces. He has also set me up for his target.
10 Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
15 What will I say? He has both spoken to me, and himself has done it. I will walk carefully all my years because of the anguish of my soul.
3 How long will you assault a man, would all of you throw him down, Like a leaning wall, like a tottering fence?