Job 9:18
He will not allow me to take my breath, But fills me with bitterness.
He will not allow me to take my breath, But fills me with bitterness.
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17 For he breaks me with a tempest, Multiplies my wounds without cause.
15 He has filled me with bitterness, he has sated me with wormwood.
16 He has also broken my teeth with gravel stones; he has covered me with ashes.
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 "My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
1 "My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
12 I was at ease, and he broke me apart. Yes, he has taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces. He has also set me up for his target.
13 His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.
14 He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs on me like a giant.
4 My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
5 He has built against me, and compassed me with gall and travail.
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.
19 If it is a matter of strength, behold, he is mighty! If of justice, 'Who,' says he, 'will summon me?'
19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
8 He has walled up my way so that I can't pass, And has set darkness in my paths.
9 He has stripped me of my glory, And taken the crown from my head.
3 (For the length of my life is still in me, And the spirit of God is in my nostrils);
19 How long will you not look away from me, Nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?
3 For the enemy pursues my soul. He has struck my life down to the ground. He has made me live in dark places, as those who have been long dead.
4 Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.
2 "How long will you torment me, And crush me with words?
22 You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
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.
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.
11 He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.
7 But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made desolate all my company.
8 You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me, It testifies to my face.
9 He has torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me; He has gnashed on me with his teeth: My adversary sharpens his eyes on me.
19 Who is he who will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the spirit.
19 Remember my affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.
15 So that my soul chooses strangling, Death rather than my bones.
24 For my sighing comes before I eat, My groanings are poured out like water.
9 He has walled up my ways with hewn stone; he has made my paths crooked.
4 As for me, is my complaint to man? Why shouldn't I be impatient?
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.
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.
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, My years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
18 Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me.
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.
16 "Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
20 Aren't my days few? Cease then, Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
10 Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
28 I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that you will not hold me innocent.
2 "Even today is my complaint rebellious. His hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.
18 Yah has punished me severely, But he has not given me over to death.
11 He has also kindled his wrath against me. He counts me among his adversaries.
19 He is chastened also with pain on his bed, With continual strife in his bones;
20 "Why is light given to him who is in misery, Life to the bitter in soul,