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