Job 6:8
"Oh that I might have my request; That God would grant the thing that I long for!
"Oh that I might have my request; That God would grant the thing that I long for!
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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?
35 Oh that I had one to hear me! (Behold, here is my signature, let the Almighty answer me); Let the accuser write my indictment!
36 Surely I would carry it on my shoulder; And I would bind it to me as a crown.
3 Oh that I knew where I might find him! That I might come even to his seat!
4 I would set my cause in order before him, And fill my mouth with arguments.
5 I would know the words which he would answer me, And understand what he would tell me.
6 Would he contend with me in the greatness of his power? No, but he would listen to me.
7 There the upright might reason with him, So I should be delivered forever from my judge.
23 "Oh that my words were now written! Oh that they were inscribed in a book!
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.
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.
7 My soul refuses to touch them; They are as loathsome food to me.
9 Lord, all my desire is before you. My groaning is not hidden from you.
21 That he would maintain the right of a man with God, Of a son of man with his neighbor!
18 Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me.
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!
8 "But as for me, I would seek God, To God would I commit my cause;
20 Aren't my days few? Cease then, Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
2 "Oh that I were as in the months of old, As in the days when God watched over me;
7 "Two things I have asked of you; Don't deny me before I die:
6 I said, "Oh that I had wings like a dove! Then I would fly away, and be at rest.
15 So that my soul chooses strangling, Death rather than my bones.
16 I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone; for my days are but a breath.
5 But oh that God would speak, And open his lips against you,
36 I wish that Job were tried to the end, Because of his answering like wicked men.
13 Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go away, and be no more."
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.
6 "Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?
21 "Have pity on me, have pity on me, you my friends; For the hand of God has touched me.
3 Therefore now, Yahweh, take, I beg you, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live."
13 Isn't it that I have no help in me, That wisdom is driven quite from me?
5 Oh that my ways were steadfast To obey your statutes!
3 "Surely I would speak to the Almighty. I desire to reason with God.
24 For my sighing comes before I eat, My groanings are poured out like water.
8 I cried to you, Yahweh. To Yahweh I made supplication:
1 Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a spring of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!
22 Then let my shoulder fall from the shoulder-blade, And my arm be broken from the bone.
8 Yes, when I cry, and call for help, he shuts out my prayer.
2 Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint. Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
3 My soul is also in great anguish. But you, Yahweh--how long?
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.
1 "My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
20 My soul is consumed with longing for your ordinances at all times.
6 I have called on you, for you will answer me, God: Turn your ear to me. Hear my speech.
17 For I am ready to fall. My pain is continually before me.
19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
9 Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am in distress. My eye, my soul, and my body waste away with grief.