Job 23:2
"Even today is my complaint rebellious. His hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.
"Even today is my complaint rebellious. His hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.
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1 Then Job answered,
1 Then Job answered,
2 "Oh that my anguish were weighed, And all my calamity laid in the balances!
3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas, Therefore have my words been rash.
3 Oh that I knew where I might find him! That I might come even to his seat!
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.
4 As for me, is my complaint to man? Why shouldn't I be impatient?
2 Job answered:
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.
1 I am the man that has seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.
24 For my sighing comes before I eat, My groanings are poured out like water.
6 I am pained and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.
19 Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is [my] grief, and I must bear it.
12 Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by? Look, and see if there be any sorrow like my sorrow, which is brought on me, With which Yahweh has afflicted [me] in the day of his fierce anger.
13 From on high has he 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.
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.
1 Then Job answered,
2 "How long will you torment me, And crush me with words?
21 They 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 proclaimed, and they shall be like me.
22 Let all their wickedness come before you; Do to them, as you have done to me for all my transgressions: For my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.
14 For all day long have I been plagued, And punished every morning.
17 For I am ready to fall. My pain is continually before me.
21 For my soul was grieved. I was embittered in my heart.
19 He is chastened also with pain on his bed, With continual strife in his bones;
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, My years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
15 What shall I say? he has both spoken to me, and himself has done it: I shall go softly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul.
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.
3 Surely against me he turns his hand again and again all the day.
6 "Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?
2 I pour out my complaint before him. I tell him my troubles.
18 He will not allow me to take my breath, But fills me with bitterness.
18 Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me.
6 Notwithstanding my right I am considered a liar; My wound is incurable, though I am without disobedience.'
39 Why does a living man complain, a man for the punishment of his sins?
23 He weakened my strength along the course. He shortened my days.
13 When I say, 'My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint;'
16 "Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
7 There the upright might reason with him, So I should be delivered forever from my judge.
10 As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries reproach me, While they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"
2 For your arrows have pierced me, Your hand presses hard on me.
1 Then Job answered,
2 "I have heard many such things. Miserable comforters are you all!
38 If my land cries out against me, And the furrows of it weep together;
19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
5 He has built against me, and compassed me with gall and travail.
3 You did say, Woe is me now! for Yahweh has added sorrow to my pain; I am weary with my groaning, and I find no rest.
10 Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
35 "They hit me, and I was not hurt; They beat me, and I don't feel it! When will I wake up? I can do it again. I can find another."
27 If I say, 'I will forget my complaint, I will put off my sad face, and cheer up;'