Job 23:2
Also -- to-day `is' my complaint bitter, My hand hath been heavy because of my sighing.
Also -- to-day `is' my complaint bitter, My hand hath been heavy because of my sighing.
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1And Job answereth and saith: --
1And Job answereth and saith: --
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.
3O that I had known -- and I find Him, I come in unto His seat,
1My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
4I -- to man `is' my complaint? and if `so', wherefore May not my temper become short?
2And Job answereth and saith: --
11Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.
1I `am' the man `who' hath seen affliction By the rod of His wrath.
24For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.
6I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
19Wo to me for my breaking, Grievious hath been my smiting, And I said, Only, this `is' my sickness, and I bear it.
12`Is it' nothing to you, all ye passing by the way? Look attentively, and see, If there is any pain like my pain, That He is rolling to me? Whom Jehovah hath afflicted In the day of the fierceness of His anger.
13From above He hath sent fire into my bone, And it subdueth it, He hath spread a net for my feet, He hath turned me backward, He hath made me desolate -- all the day sick.
1And Job addeth to lift up his simile, and saith: --
2God liveth! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty -- He made my soul bitter.
1And Job answereth and saith: --
2Till when do ye afflict my soul, And bruise me with words?
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!
14And I am plagued all the day, And my reproof `is' every morning.
17For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
21For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
19And he hath been reproved With pain on his bed, And the strife of his bones `is' enduring.
10For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.
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.
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.
3Surely against me He turneth back, He turneth His hand all the day.
6If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease -- what goeth from me?
2I pour forth before Him my meditation, My distress before Him I declare.
18He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.
18My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
6Against my right do I lie? Mortal `is' mine arrow -- without transgression.'
39What -- sigh habitually doth a living man, A man for his sin?
23He hath humbled in the way my power, He hath shortened my days.
13When I said, `My bed doth comfort me,' He taketh away in my talking my couch.
16And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
7There the upright doth reason with Him, And I escape for ever from my judge.
10With a sword in my bones Have mine adversaries reproached me, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where `is' thy God?'
2For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.
1And Job answereth and saith: --
2I have heard many such things, Miserable comforters `are' ye all.
38If against me my land doth cry out, And together its furrows weep,
19Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
5He hath built up against me, And setteth round poverty and weariness.
3`Thou hast said, Wo to me, now, for Jehovah hath added sorrow to my pain, I have been wearied with my sighing, and rest I have not found.
10Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
35`They smote me, I have not been sick, They beat me, I have not known. When I awake -- I seek it yet again!'
27Though I say, `I forget my talking, I forsake my corner, and I brighten up!'