Job 31:38
If against me my land doth cry out, And together its furrows weep,
If against me my land doth cry out, And together its furrows weep,
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39If its strength I consumed without money, And the life of its possessors, I have caused to breathe out,
37The number of my steps I tell Him, As a leader I approach Him.
7If my step doth turn aside from the way, And after mine eyes hath my heart gone, And to my hands cleaved hath blemish,
8Let me sow -- and another eat, And my products let be rooted out.
12For a fire it `is', to destruction it consumeth, And among all mine increase doth take root,
13If I despise the cause of my man-servant, And of my handmaid, In their contending with me,
14Then what do I do when God ariseth? And when He doth inspect, What do I answer Him?
4I -- to man `is' my complaint? and if `so', wherefore May not my temper become short?
7Lo, I cry out -- violence, and am not answered, I cry aloud, and there is no judgment.
8My way He hedged up, and I pass not over, And on my paths darkness He placeth.
5If, truly, over me ye magnify yourselves, And decide against me my reproach;
24For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.
18O earth, do not thou cover my blood! And let there not be a place for my cry.
40I have been `thus': in the day consumed me hath drought, and frost by night, and wander doth my sleep from mine eyes.
25Did not I weep for him whose day is hard? Grieved hath my soul for the needy.
35Who giveth to me a hearing? lo, my mark. The Mighty One doth answer me, And a bill hath mine adversary written.
31And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.
3Over my back have ploughers ploughed, They have made long their furrows.
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.
18For mine iniquity I declare, I am sorry for my sin.
16If I withhold from pleasure the poor, And the eyes of the widow do consume,
2Also -- to-day `is' my complaint bitter, My hand hath been heavy because of my sighing.
28To cause to come in unto Him The cry of the poor, And the cry of the afflicted He heareth.
17Rotted have scattered things under their clods, Desolated have been storehouses, Broken down have been granaries, For withered hath the corn.
18How have cattle sighed! Perplexed have been droves of oxen, For there is no pasture for them, Also droves of sheep have been desolated.
19Unto Thee, O Jehovah, I do call, For fire hath consumed comely places of a wilderness, And a flame hath set on fire all trees of the field.
19Who `is' he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
19If I see `any' perishing without clothing, And there is no covering to the needy,
20If his loins have not blessed me, And from the fleece of my sheep He doth not warm himself,
11Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.
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.
2Attend to me, and answer me, I mourn in my meditation, and make a noise,
3O Jehovah, my God, if I have done this, If there is iniquity in my hands,
31Then in corruption Thou dost dip me, And my garments have abominated me.
4Doth not He see my ways, And all my steps number?
18My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
2I pour forth before Him my meditation, My distress before Him I declare.
31Therefore for Moab I howl, even for Moab -- all of it, I cry for men of Kir-Heres, it doth mourn,
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.
8Also when I call and cry out, He hath shut out my prayer.
9He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.
20My interpreter `is' my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:
17And if ye do not hear it, In secret places doth my soul weep, because of pride, Yea, it weepeth sore, And the tear cometh down mine eyes, For the flock of Jehovah hath been taken captive.
25If I rejoice because great `is' my wealth, And because abundance hath my hand found,
12Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, And `to' my cry give ear, Unto my tear be not silent, For a sojourner I `am' with Thee, A settler like all my fathers.
28Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry.
29If I rejoice at the ruin of my hater, And stirred up myself when evil found him,
14If I sinned, then Thou hast observed me, And from mine iniquity dost not acquit me,