Job 7:12
Am I a sea, or a sea monster, that you put a guard over me?
Am I a sea, or a sea monster, that you put a guard over me?
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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.
13 When I say, 'My bed shall comfort me. My couch shall ease my complaint;'
17 What is man, that you should magnify him, that you should set your mind on him,
18 that you should visit him every morning, and test him every moment?
19 How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?
20 If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men? Why have you set me as a mark for you, so that I am a burden to myself?
21 Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I shall not be."
4 As for me, is my complaint to man? Why shouldn't I be impatient?
3 For you threw me into the depths, in the heart of the seas. The flood was all around me. All your waves and your billows passed over me.
4 I said, 'I have been banished from your sight; yet I will look again toward your holy temple.'
5 The waters surrounded me, even to the soul. The deep was around me. The weeds were wrapped around my head.
19 Who is he who will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the spirit.
14 and make men like the fish of the sea, like the creeping things, that have no ruler over them?
13 Isn't it that I have no help in me, That wisdom is driven quite from me?
7 "Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard. I cry for help, but there is no justice.
24 For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.
3 so am I made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4 When I lie down, I say, 'When shall I arise, and the night be gone?' I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.
6 I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.
6 that you inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
7 Although you know that I am not wicked, there is no one who can deliver out of your hand.
7 Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls. All your waves and your billows have swept over me.
16 If my head is held high, you hunt me like a lion. Again you show yourself powerful to me.
17 You renew your witnesses against me, and increase your indignation on me. Changes and warfare are with me.
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.
7 Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves. Selah.
16 "Have you entered into the springs of the sea? Or have you walked in the recesses of the deep?
8 Will you even annul my judgment? Will you condemn me, that you may be justified?
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.
7 He has walled me about, that I can't go forth; he has made my chain heavy.
13 "Oh that you would hide me in Sheol, that you would keep me secret, until your wrath is past, that you would appoint me a set time, and remember me!
24 Why hide you your face, and hold me for your enemy?
20 Aren't my days few? Cease then. Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
16 But now you number my steps. Don't you watch over my sin?
4 You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can't speak.
3 Do you open your eyes on such a one, and bring me into judgment with you?
3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas, therefore have my words been rash.
13 That you turn your spirit against God, and let such words go out of your mouth?
1 "Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook, or press down his tongue with a cord?
14 Why should I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand?
20 I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.
7 I watch, and have become like a sparrow that is alone on the housetop.
3 Why are we counted as animals, which have become unclean in your sight?
18 He will not allow me to catch my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
28 I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that you will not hold me innocent.
22 You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
22 Then call, and I will answer; or let me speak, and you answer me.
10 Be it still my consolation, yes, let me exult in pain that doesn't spare, that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
15 Don't let the flood waters overwhelm me, neither let the deep swallow me up. Don't let the pit shut its mouth on me.