Job 32:18
For I have been full of words, Distressed me hath the spirit of my breast,
For I have been full of words, Distressed me hath the spirit of my breast,
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19Lo, my breast `is' as wine not opened, Like new bottles it is broken up.
20I speak, and there is refreshment to me, I open my lips and answer.
17I answer, even I -- my share, I shew my opinion -- even I.
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?
18He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.
3For now, than the sands of the sea it is heavier, Therefore my words have been rash.
4For arrows of the Mighty `are' with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves `for' me!
16And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
24For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
6If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease -- what goeth from me?
9And I said, `I do not mention Him, Nor do I speak any more in His name,' And it hath been in my heart As a burning fire shut up in my bones, And I have been weary of containing, And I am not able.
6I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
7For my flanks have been full of drought, And soundness is not in my flesh.
8I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.
4I -- to man `is' my complaint? and if `so', wherefore May not my temper become short?
27My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction.
3Of the uprightness of my heart `are' my sayings, And knowledge have my lips clearly spoken.
4The Spirit of God hath made me, And the breath of the Mighty doth quicken me.
3Hot `is' my heart within me, In my meditating doth the fire burn, I have spoken with my tongue.
19Who `is' he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
3For all the while my breath `is' in me, And the spirit of God in my nostrils.
2Therefore my thoughts cause me to answer, And because of my sensations in me.
3The chastisement of my shame I hear, And the spirit of mine understanding Doth cause me to answer:
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.
1My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
21For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
17For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
13Lo, I am pressing you under, As the full cart doth press for itself a sheaf.
3When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.
18My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
1My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
8And yet I have been full of power by the Spirit of Jehovah, And of judgment, and of might, To declare to Jacob his transgression, And to Israel his sin.
18By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me.
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.
11And with the fury of Jehovah I have been filled, (I have been weary of containing,) To pour `it' on the suckling in the street, And on the assembly of youths together, For even husband with wife are captured, An elder with one full of days,
7He hath hedged me about, and I go not out, He hath made heavy my fetter.
15He hath filled me with bitter things, He hath filled me `with' wormwood.
14I have kept silent from of old, I keep silent, I refrain myself, As a travailing woman I cry out, I desolate and swallow up together.
1To the Overseer. -- `On the Lilies.' -- By sons of Korah. -- An Instruction. -- A song of loves. My heart hath indited a good thing, I am telling my works to a king, My tongue `is' the pen of a speedy writer.
3Is there an end to words of wind? Or what doth embolden thee that thou answerest?
13Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me doth what?
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.
9Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
8And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
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.
10Therefore I have said: Hearken to me, I do shew my opinion -- even I.
25For I have satiated the weary soul, And every grieved soul I have filled.'
2For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.