Job 10:1
My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
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11Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.
12A sea-`monster' am I, or a dragon, That thou settest over me a guard?
13When I said, `My bed doth comfort me,' He taketh away in my talking my couch.
2I say unto God, `Do not condemn me, Let me know why Thou dost strive `with' me.
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.
4I -- to man `is' my complaint? and if `so', wherefore May not my temper become short?
18He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.
9Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
10For 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.
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
27Though I say, `I forget my talking, I forsake my corner, and I brighten up!'
28I have been afraid of all my griefs, I have known that Thou dost not acquit me.
16And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
2Also -- to-day `is' my complaint bitter, My hand hath been heavy because of my sighing.
3For 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.
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
15And my soul chooseth strangling, Death rather than my bones.
16I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days `are' vanity.
19Who `is' he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
3For my soul hath been full of evils, And my life hath come to Sheol.
2I pour forth before Him my meditation, My distress before Him I declare.
9That God would please -- and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!
10And 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.
1My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
13Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me doth what?
14Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?
15Lo, He doth slay me -- I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue.
24For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.
2God liveth! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty -- He made my soul bitter.
18My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
2Till when do I set counsels in my soul? Sorrow inn my heart daily? Till when is mine enemy exalted over me?
6If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease -- what goeth from me?
7Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
3And now, O Jehovah, take, I pray Thee, my soul from me, for better `is' my death than my life.'
3And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?
2Till when do ye afflict my soul, And bruise me with words?
17For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
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.
2Attend to me, and answer me, I mourn in my meditation, and make a noise,
20Why giveth He to the miserable light, and life to the bitter soul?
19Wo to me for my breaking, Grievious hath been my smiting, And I said, Only, this `is' my sickness, and I bear it.
6I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night `on' my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.
9I say to God my rock, `Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an enemy?
10Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
18And why from the womb Hast Thou brought me forth? I expire, and the eye doth not see me.
22Come 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!
3I remember God, and make a noise, I meditate, and feeble is my spirit. Selah.
11What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!
5From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
4My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.