Job 6:3
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas, Therefore have my words been rash.
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas, Therefore have my words been rash.
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1 Then Job answered,
2 "Oh that my anguish were weighed, And all my calamity laid in the balances!
4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, My spirit drinks up their poison. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.
24 For my sighing comes before I eat, My groanings are poured out like water.
25 For the thing which I fear comes on me, That which I am afraid of comes to me.
7 My soul refuses to touch them; They are as loathsome food to me.
8 "Oh that I might have my request; That God would grant the thing that I long for!
9 Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
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.
11 What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?
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.
23 "Oh that my words were now written! Oh that they were inscribed in a book!
16 "Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
20 Shall it be told him that I would speak? Or should a man wish that he were swallowed up?
4 Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.
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.
6 Know now that God has subverted me, And has surrounded me with his net.
19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
13 Isn't it that I have no help in me, That wisdom is driven quite from me?
2 "Even today is my complaint rebellious. His hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.
16 He has also broken my teeth with gravel stones; he has covered me with ashes.
17 You have removed my soul far off from peace; I forgot prosperity.
18 I said, My strength is perished, and my expectation from Yahweh.
4 For my iniquities have gone over my head. As a heavy burden, they are too heavy for me.
11 He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.
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.
12 Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, That you put a guard over me?
18 He will not allow me to take my breath, But fills me with bitterness.
23 For calamity from God is a terror to me, By reason of his majesty I can do nothing.
19 Who is he who will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the spirit.
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.
36 Surely I would carry it on my shoulder; And I would bind it to me as a crown.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
9 He has walled up my ways with hewn stone; he has made my paths crooked.
53 They have cut off my life in the dungeon, and have cast a stone on me.
54 Waters flowed over my head; I said, I am cut off.
18 For I am full of words. The spirit within me constrains me.
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.
9 The measure of it is longer than the earth, And broader than the sea.
2 "How long will you torment me, And crush me with words?
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, My years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
11 My days are past, my plans are broken off, As are the thoughts of my heart.
15 My 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.
6 I am weary with my groaning; Every night I flood my bed; I drench my couch with my tears.
20 Aren't my days few? Cease then, Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
12 For innumerable evils have surrounded me. My iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to look up. They are more than the hairs of my head. My heart has failed me.
13 His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.
11 Or darkness, so that you can not see, And floods of waters cover you.