Job 21:4
I -- to man `is' my complaint? and if `so', wherefore May not my temper become short?
I -- to man `is' my complaint? and if `so', wherefore May not my temper become short?
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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?
1My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2I say unto God, `Do not condemn me, Let me know why Thou dost strive `with' me.
3Bear with me, and I speak, And after my speaking -- ye may deride.
19Who `is' he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
39What -- sigh habitually doth a living man, A man for his sin?
2Also -- to-day `is' my complaint bitter, My hand hath been heavy because of my sighing.
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
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?
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.
11What `is' my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?
13Is not my help with me, And substance driven from me?
27Though I say, `I forget my talking, I forsake my corner, and I brighten up!'
20I 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?
21Thou dost not take away my transgression, And cause to pass away mine iniquity, Because now, for dust I lie down: And Thou hast sought me -- and I am not!
13For thou turnest against God thy spirit? And hast brought out words from thy mouth:
6If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease -- what goeth from me?
21And he reasoneth for a man with God, And a son of man for his friend.
14Then what do I do when God ariseth? And when He doth inspect, What do I answer Him?
18He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.
19If of power, lo, the Strong One; And if of judgment -- who doth convene me?
24For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.
20Is it declared to Him that I speak? If a man hath spoken, surely he is swallowed up.
7There the upright doth reason with Him, And I escape for ever from my judge.
17`Is mortal man than God more righteous? Than his Maker is a man cleaner?
5Turn unto me, and be astonished, And put hand to mouth.
24Why dost Thou hide Thy face? And reckonest me for an enemy to Thee?
2Till when do ye afflict my soul, And bruise me with words?
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.
14How much less do I -- I answer Him? Choose out my words with Him?
38If against me my land doth cry out, And together its furrows weep,
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
8Yet I -- I inquire for God, And for God I give my word,
2God liveth! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty -- He made my soul bitter.
3For all the while my breath `is' in me, And the spirit of God in my nostrils.
8Dost thou also make void My judgment? Dost thou condemn Me, That thou mayest be righteous?
32But if a man like myself -- I answer him, We come together into judgment.
1My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
2If not -- mockeries `are' with me. And in their provocations mine eye lodgeth.
5If, truly, over me ye magnify yourselves, And decide against me my reproach;
2I pour forth before Him my meditation, My distress before Him I declare.
9His cry doth God hear, When distress cometh on him?
3Wherefore have we been reckoned as cattle? We have been defiled in your eyes!
7Lo, I cry out -- violence, and am not answered, I cry aloud, and there is no judgment.
18My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
3The chastisement of my shame I hear, And the spirit of mine understanding Doth cause me to answer:
1I `am' the man `who' hath seen affliction By the rod of His wrath.