Job 3:24
For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.
For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.
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25For a fear I feared and it meeteth me, And what I was afraid of doth come to me.
3My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where `is' thy God?'
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?
8I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.
9Lord, before Thee `is' all my desire, And my sighing from Thee hath not been hid.
10My heart `is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.
20See, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, My bowels have been troubled, Turned hath been my heart in my midst, For I have greatly provoked, From without bereaved hath the sword, In the house `it is' as death.
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!
2I have sunk in deep mire, And there is no standing, I have come into the depths of the waters, And a flood hath overflown me.
3I have been wearied with my calling, Burnt hath been my throat, Consumed have been mine eyes, waiting for my God.
9Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,
9Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
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.
6I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night `on' my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.
17For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
16And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
3For now, than the sands of the sea it is heavier, Therefore my words have been rash.
3When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.
4When by day and by night Thy hand is heavy upon me, My moisture hath been changed Into the droughts of summer. Selah.
13They have opened against me their mouth, A lion tearing and roaring.
14As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.
15Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
2I pour forth before Him my meditation, My distress before Him I declare.
3Therefore filled have been my loins `with' great pain, Pangs have seized me as pangs of a travailing woman, I have been bent down by hearing, I have been troubled by seeing.
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
2Also -- to-day `is' my complaint bitter, My hand hath been heavy because of my sighing.
27My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction.
28Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry.
20My interpreter `is' my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:
4Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.
5From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
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?
7Deep unto deep is calling At the noise of Thy water-spouts, All Thy breakers and Thy billows passed over me.
16My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids `is' death-shade.
1My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
6I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
18He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.
4My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.
16And He breaketh with gravel my teeth, He hath covered me with ashes.
16For 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.
18My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
21For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
14As a wide breach they come, Under the desolation have rolled themselves.
49Mine eye is poured out, And doth not cease without intermission,
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.
8Also when I call and cry out, He hath shut out my prayer.
23To a man whose way hath been hidden, And whom God doth shut up?