Job 3:10
Because it didn't shut up the doors of my mother's womb, Nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.
Because it didn't shut up the doors of my mother's womb, Nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.
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11 "Why didn't I die from the womb? Why didn't I give up the spirit when my mother bore me?
12 Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should suck?
13 For now should I have lain down and been quiet. I should have slept, then I would have been at rest,
17 because he didn't kill me from the womb; and so my mother would have been my grave, and her womb always great.
18 Why came I forth out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
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.
19 I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20 Aren't my days few? Cease then, Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
16 Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, As infants who never saw light.
9 Let the stars of the twilight of it be dark. Let it look for light, but have none, Neither let it see the eyelids of the morning,
3 "Let the day perish in which I was born, The night which said, 'There is a man-child conceived.'
4 Let that day be darkness; Don't let God from above seek for it, Neither let the light shine on it.
17 Because I was not cut off before the darkness, Neither did he cover the thick darkness from my face.
8 "Or who shut up the sea with doors, When it broke forth from the womb,
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.
9 But you brought me out of the womb. You made me trust at my mother's breasts.
10 I was thrown on you from my mother's womb. You are my God since my mother bore me.
14 Cursed be the day in which I was born: don't let the day in which my mother bore me be blessed.
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.
15 Didn't he who made me in the womb make him? Didn't one fashion us in the womb?
16 "If I have withheld the poor from their desire, Or have caused the eyes of the widow to fail,
23 Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, Whom God has hedged in?
24 For my sighing comes before I eat, My groanings are poured out like water.
18 (No, from my youth he grew up with me as with a father, Her have I guided from my mother's womb);
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!
3 Therefore are my loins filled with anguish; pangs have taken hold on me, as the pangs of a woman in travail: I am pained so that I can't hear; I am dismayed so that I can't see.
13 The sorrows of a travailing woman will come on him. He is an unwise son; For when it is time, he doesn't come to the opening of the womb.
3 For I was a son to my father, Tender and an only child in the sight of my mother.
6 He has made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
7 He has walled me about, that I can't go forth; he has made my chain heavy.
8 Yes, when I cry, and call for help, he shuts out my prayer.
9 He has walled up my ways with hewn stone; he has made my paths crooked.
16 My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.
25 Didn't I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn't my soul grieved for the needy?
10 Woe is me, my mother, that you have borne me a man of strife and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have not lent, neither have men lent to me; [yet] everyone of them does curse me.
15 Where then is my hope? As for my hope, who shall see it?
6 I have relied on you from the womb. You are he who took me out of my mother's womb. I will always praise you.
13 For you formed my inmost being. You knit me together in my mother's womb.
20 "Why is light given to him who is in misery, Life to the bitter in soul,
15 My frame wasn't hidden from you, When I was made in secret, Woven together in the depths of the earth.
3 The cords of death surrounded me, The pains of Sheol got a hold of me. I found trouble and sorrow.
13 If I look for Sheol as my house, If I have spread my couch in the darkness,
8 He has walled up my way so that I can't pass, And has set darkness in my paths.
17 Have the gates of death been revealed to you? Or have you seen the gates of the shadow of death?
1 "Man, who is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.
16 For 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.
13 Isn't it that I have no help in me, That wisdom is driven quite from me?
27 My heart is troubled, and doesn't rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
18 Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me.
3 Do you open your eyes on such a one, And bring me into judgment with you?