Job 16:5
I might harden you with my mouth, And the moving of my lips might be sparing.
I might harden you with my mouth, And the moving of my lips might be sparing.
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6 If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease -- what goeth from me?
7 Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
8 And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
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 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.
18 My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
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.
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.
6 In the abundance of power doth He strive with me? No! surely He putteth `it' in me.
2 Hear ye diligently my word, And this is your consolation.
20 I speak, and there is refreshment to me, I open my lips and answer.
5 And yet, O that God had spoken! And doth open His lips with thee.
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 Till when do ye afflict my soul, And bruise me with words?
27 Though I say, `I forget my talking, I forsake my corner, and I brighten up!'
19 Who `is' he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
28 My soul hath dropped from affliction, Establish me according to Thy word.
20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
2 I was dumb `with' silence, I kept silent from good, and my pain is excited.
11 Too few for thee are the comforts of God? And a gentle word `is' with thee,
5 O that ye would keep perfectly silent, And it would be to you for wisdom.
6 Hear, I pray you, my argument, And to the pleadings of my lips attend,
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.
16 For these I am weeping, My eye, my eye, is running down with waters, For, far from me hath been a comforter, Refreshing my soul, My sons have been desolate, For mighty hath been an enemy.
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.
13 When I said, `My bed doth comfort me,' He taketh away in my talking my couch.
16 And my reins exult when thy lips speak uprightly.
2 Hath one tried a word with thee? -- Thou art weary! And to keep in words who is able?
4 I -- to man `is' my complaint? and if `so', wherefore May not my temper become short?
5 Turn unto me, and be astonished, And put hand to mouth.
25 How powerful have been upright sayings, And what doth reproof from you reprove?
50 This `is' my comfort in mine affliction, That Thy saying hath quickened me.
16 And also He moved thee from a strait place, `To' a broad place -- no straitness under it, And the sitting beyond of thy table Hath been full of fatness.
15 If I have said, `I recount thus,' Lo, a generation of Thy sons I have deceived.
1 My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2 Also -- to-day `is' my complaint bitter, My hand hath been heavy because of my sighing.
16 My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids `is' death-shade.
2 Lo, I pray thee, I have opened my mouth, My tongue hath spoken in the palate.
3 Of the uprightness of my heart `are' my sayings, And knowledge have my lips clearly spoken.
25 For I have satiated the weary soul, And every grieved soul I have filled.'
34 And how do ye comfort me `with' vanity, And in your answers hath been left trespass?
13 Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me doth what?
13 For thou turnest against God thy spirit? And hast brought out words from thy mouth:
21 And he reasoneth for a man with God, And a son of man for his friend.
14 As `if' a friend, as `if' my brother, I walked habitually, As a mourner for a mother, Mourning I have bowed down.
3 Yet I for the Mighty One do speak, And to argue for God I delight.