Job 16:4
I also, like you, might speak, If your soul were in my soul's stead. I might join against you with words, And nod at you with my head.
I also, like you, might speak, If your soul were in my soul's stead. I might join against you with words, And nod at you with my head.
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5 I might harden you with my mouth, And the moving of my lips might be sparing.
6 If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease -- what goeth from me?
1 And Job answereth and saith: --
2 I have heard many such things, Miserable comforters `are' ye all.
3 Is there an end to words of wind? Or what doth embolden thee that thou answerest?
4 I arrange before Him the cause, And my mouth fill `with' arguments.
5 I know the words He doth answer me, And understand what He saith to me.
3 Bear with me, and I speak, And after my speaking -- ye may deride.
4 I -- to man `is' my complaint? and if `so', wherefore May not my temper become short?
19 Who `is' he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
5 If thou art able -- answer me, Set in array before me -- station thyself.
5 If, truly, over me ye magnify yourselves, And decide against me my reproach;
3 Yet I for the Mighty One do speak, And to argue for God I delight.
2 Till when do ye afflict my soul, And bruise me with words?
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.
2 Hath one tried a word with thee? -- Thou art weary! And to keep in words who is able?
3 Thy devices make men keep silent, Thou scornest, and none is causing blushing!
4 And thou sayest, `Pure `is' my discourse, And clean I have been in Thine eyes.'
5 And yet, O that God had spoken! And doth open His lips with thee.
15 If I have said, `I recount thus,' Lo, a generation of Thy sons I have deceived.
13 For thou turnest against God thy spirit? And hast brought out words from thy mouth:
13 Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me doth what?
14 Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?
17 I answer, even I -- my share, I shew my opinion -- even I.
14 How much less do I -- I answer Him? Choose out my words with Him?
25 How powerful have been upright sayings, And what doth reproof from you reprove?
26 For reproof -- do you reckon words? And for wind -- sayings of the desperate.
11 Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.
2 O that my provocation were thoroughly weighed, And my calamity in balances They would lift up together!
3 For now, than the sands of the sea it is heavier, Therefore my words have been rash.
21 And he reasoneth for a man with God, And a son of man for his friend.
1 My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
32 If there are words -- answer me, Speak, for I have a desire to justify thee.
18 My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
20 I speak, and there is refreshment to me, I open my lips and answer.
12 For an enemy reproacheth me not, or I bear `it', He who is hating me Hath not magnified himself against me, Or I hide from him.
3 I also have a heart like you, I am not fallen more than you, And with whom is there not like these?
2 I was dumb `with' silence, I kept silent from good, and my pain is excited.
14 And he hath not set in array words for me, And with your sayings I do not answer him.
4 Lo, I have been vile, What do I return to Thee? My hand I have placed on my mouth.
19 If of power, lo, the Strong One; And if of judgment -- who doth convene me?
36 If not -- on my shoulder I take it up, I bind it a crown on myself.
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.
4 With whom hast thou declared words? And whose breath came forth from thee?
6 And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.
15 Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
22 And call Thou, and I -- I answer, Or -- I speak, and answer Thou me.
5 O that ye would keep perfectly silent, And it would be to you for wisdom.
35 I speak, and do not fear Him, But I am not right with myself.
4 `Hear, I pray thee, and I -- I do speak, I ask thee, and cause thou me to know.'