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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19 Lo, my breast `is' as wine not opened, Like new bottles it is broken up.
20 I speak, and there is refreshment to me, I open my lips and answer.
17 I answer, even I -- my share, I shew my opinion -- even I.
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?
18 He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.
3 For now, than the sands of the sea it is heavier, Therefore my words have been rash.
4 For arrows of the Mighty `are' with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves `for' me!
16 And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
24 For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.
4 And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
6 If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease -- what goeth from me?
9 And 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.
6 I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
7 For my flanks have been full of drought, And soundness is not in my flesh.
8 I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.
4 I -- to man `is' my complaint? and if `so', wherefore May not my temper become short?
27 My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction.
3 Of the uprightness of my heart `are' my sayings, And knowledge have my lips clearly spoken.
4 The Spirit of God hath made me, And the breath of the Mighty doth quicken me.
3 Hot `is' my heart within me, In my meditating doth the fire burn, I have spoken with my tongue.
19 Who `is' he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
3 For all the while my breath `is' in me, And the spirit of God in my nostrils.
2 Therefore my thoughts cause me to answer, And because of my sensations in me.
3 The chastisement of my shame I hear, And the spirit of mine understanding Doth cause me to answer:
3 Therefore 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.
1 My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
21 For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
17 For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
13 Lo, I am pressing you under, As the full cart doth press for itself a sheaf.
3 When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.
18 My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
1 My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
8 And 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.
18 By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me.
14 As 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.
11 And 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,
7 He hath hedged me about, and I go not out, He hath made heavy my fetter.
15 He hath filled me with bitter things, He hath filled me `with' wormwood.
14 I 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.
1 To 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.
3 Is there an end to words of wind? Or what doth embolden thee that thou answerest?
13 Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me doth what?
20 See, 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.
9 Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
8 And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
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.
10 Therefore I have said: Hearken to me, I do shew my opinion -- even I.
25 For I have satiated the weary soul, And every grieved soul I have filled.'
2 For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.