Job 19:23
Who doth grant now, That my words may be written? Who doth grant that in a book they may be graven?
Who doth grant now, That my words may be written? Who doth grant that in a book they may be graven?
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24With a pen of iron and lead -- For ever in a rock they may be hewn.
35Who giveth to me a hearing? lo, my mark. The Mighty One doth answer me, And a bill hath mine adversary written.
36If not -- on my shoulder I take it up, I bind it a crown on myself.
8O that my request may come, That God may grant my hope!
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.
2Also -- to-day `is' my complaint bitter, My hand hath been heavy because of my sighing.
3O that I had known -- and I find Him, I come in unto His seat,
4I arrange before Him the cause, And my mouth fill `with' arguments.
5I know the words He doth answer me, And understand what He saith to me.
21Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath stricken against me.
22Why do you pursue me as God? And with my flesh are not satisfied?
2O that my provocation were thoroughly weighed, And my calamity in balances They would lift up together!
3For now, than the sands of the sea it is heavier, Therefore my words have been rash.
5O that my ways were prepared to keep Thy statutes,
2Who doth make me as `in' months past, As `in' the days of God's preserving me?
13O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
8No, go in, write it on a tablet with them, And on a book engrave it, And it is for a latter day, for a witness unto the age,
1Who doth make my head waters, And mine eye a fountain of tears? And I weep by day and by night, For the wounded of the daughter of my people.
21They 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.
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!
2Till when do ye afflict my soul, And bruise me with words?
5And yet, O that God had spoken! And doth open His lips with thee.
19Also, now, lo, in the heavens `is' my witness, And my testifier in the high places.
20My interpreter `is' my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:
36My Father! let Job be tried -- unto victory, Because of answers for men of iniquity,
15Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
19Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
9And I said, `I do not mention Him, Nor do I speak any more in His name,' And it hath been in my heart As a burning fire shut up in my bones, And I have been weary of containing, And I am not able.
9He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.
15Lo, they are saying unto me: `Where `is' the word of Jehovah? pray, let it come.'
21For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
16When I said, `Lest they rejoice over me, In the slipping of my foot against me they magnified themselves.
17For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
2`Thus spake Jehovah, God of Israel, saying, Write for thee all the words that I have spoken unto thee on a book.
9Lord, before Thee `is' all my desire, And my sighing from Thee hath not been hid.
18My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
22And I -- I have said in my haste, `I have been cut off from before Thine eyes,' But Thou hast heard the voice of my supplications, In my crying unto Thee.
11He doth put in the stocks my feet, He doth watch all my paths.'
7There the upright doth reason with Him, And I escape for ever from my judge.
26For Thou writest against me bitter things, And causest me to possess iniquities of my youth:
19And I `am' as a trained lamb brought to slaughter, And I have not known That against me they have devised devices: We destroy the tree with its food, and cut him off From the land of the living, And his name is not remembered again.
24For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.
19And Thou, O Jehovah, be not far off, O my strength, to help me haste.
17I count all my bones -- they look expectingly, They look upon me,
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
1To the Overseer. -- `On the Lilies.' -- By sons of Korah. -- An Instruction. -- A song of loves. My heart hath indited a good thing, I am telling my works to a king, My tongue `is' the pen of a speedy writer.
22My shoulder from its blade let fall, And mine arm from the bone be broken.
28But ye say, `Why do we pursue after him?' And the root of the matter hath been found in me.
10Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.