Isaiah 38:15
-- What do I say? seeing He said to me, And He Himself hath wrought, I go softly all my years for the bitterness of my soul.
-- What do I say? seeing He said to me, And He Himself hath wrought, I go softly all my years for the bitterness of my soul.
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1 My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
11 Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.
10 `I -- I said in the cutting off of my days, I go in to the gates of Sheol, I have numbered the remnant of mine years.
11 I said, I do not see Jah -- Jah! In the land of the living, I do not behold man any more, With the inhabitants of the world.
12 My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
13 I have set `Him' till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
14 As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression `is' on me, be my surety.
16 Lord, by these do `men' live, And by all in them `is' the life of my spirit, And Thou savest me, make me also to live,
17 Lo, to peace He changed for me bitterness, And Thou hast delighted in my soul without corruption, For Thou hast cast behind Thy back all my sins.
6 I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
17 For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
18 For mine iniquity I declare, I am sorry for my sin.
9 Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
10 For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.
18 My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
3 For an enemy hath pursued my soul, He hath bruised to the earth my life, He hath caused me to dwell in dark places, As the dead of old.
4 And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
12 `Is it' nothing to you, all ye passing by the way? Look attentively, and see, If there is any pain like my pain, That He is rolling to me? Whom Jehovah hath afflicted In the day of the fierceness of His anger.
13 From above He hath sent fire into my bone, And it subdueth it, He hath spread a net for my feet, He hath turned me backward, He hath made me desolate -- all the day sick.
8 I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.
2 I was dumb `with' silence, I kept silent from good, and my pain is excited.
14 Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?
15 Lo, He doth slay me -- I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue.
19 Wo to me for my breaking, Grievious hath been my smiting, And I said, Only, this `is' my sickness, and I bear it.
21 They have heard that I have sighed, There is no comforter for me, All my enemies have heard of my calamity, They have rejoiced that Thou hast done `it', Thou hast brought in the day Thou hast called, And they are like to me.
22 Come in doth all their evil before Thee, And one is doing to them as Thou hast done to me, For all my transgressions, For many `are' my sighs, and my heart `is' sick!
14 And I am plagued all the day, And my reproof `is' every morning.
15 If I have said, `I recount thus,' Lo, a generation of Thy sons I have deceived.
19 Who `is' he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
18 He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.
1 I `am' the man `who' hath seen affliction By the rod of His wrath.
2 Me He hath led, and causeth to go `in' darkness, and without light.
2 Till when do I set counsels in my soul? Sorrow inn my heart daily? Till when is mine enemy exalted over me?
20 I have sinned, what do I to Thee, O watcher of man? Why hast Thou set me for a mark to Thee, And I am for a burden to myself -- and what?
27 Though I say, `I forget my talking, I forsake my corner, and I brighten up!'
21 For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
7 And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
6 If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease -- what goeth from me?
10 And yet it is my comfort, (And I exult in pain -- He doth not spare,) That I have not hidden The sayings of the Holy One.
16 And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
15 Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
3 When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.
11 My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
10 Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
15 And my soul chooseth strangling, Death rather than my bones.
15 He hath filled me with bitter things, He hath filled me `with' wormwood.
3 `Thou hast said, Wo to me, now, for Jehovah hath added sorrow to my pain, I have been wearied with my sighing, and rest I have not found.
4 My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.
20 Remember well, and bow down doth my soul in me.