Job 6:10
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.
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.
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8 O that my request may come, That God may grant my hope!
9 That God would please -- and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!
18 And why from the womb Hast Thou brought me forth? I expire, and the eye doth not see me.
19 As I had not been, I am, From the belly to the grave I am brought,
20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
11 What `is' my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?
5 I might harden you with my mouth, And the moving of my lips might be sparing.
6 If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease -- what goeth from me?
13 Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me doth what?
14 Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?
15 Lo, He doth slay me -- I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue.
11 Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.
27 Though I say, `I forget my talking, I forsake my corner, and I brighten up!'
28 I have been afraid of all my griefs, I have known that Thou dost not acquit me.
5 I know the words He doth answer me, And understand what He saith to me.
6 In the abundance of power doth He strive with me? No! surely He putteth `it' in me.
7 There the upright doth reason with Him, And I escape for ever from my judge.
18 My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
1 My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2 I say unto God, `Do not condemn me, Let me know why Thou dost strive `with' me.
19 Who `is' he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
4 I -- to man `is' my complaint? and if `so', wherefore May not my temper become short?
6 Against my right do I lie? Mortal `is' mine arrow -- without transgression.'
13 Is not my help with me, And substance driven from me?
14 To a despiser of his friends `is' shame, And the fear of the Mighty he forsaketh.
34 He doth turn aside from off me his rod, And His terror doth not make me afraid,
35 I speak, and do not fear Him, But I am not right with myself.
1 And Job answereth and saith: --
2 O that my provocation were thoroughly weighed, And my calamity in balances They would lift up together!
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!
3 Yet I for the Mighty One do speak, And to argue for God I delight.
13 O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
23 For a dread unto me `is' calamity `from' God, And because of His excellency I am not able.
5 Pollution to me -- if I justify you, Till I expire I turn not aside mine integrity from me.
6 On my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it go, My heart doth not reproach me while I live.
15 Whom, though I were righteous, I answer not, For my judgment I make supplication.
21 Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath stricken against me.
15 If I have done wickedly -- wo to me, And righteously -- I lift not up my head, Full of shame -- then see my affliction,
16 And God hath made my heart soft, And the Mighty hath troubled me.
17 For I have not been cut off before darkness, And before me He covered thick darkness.
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.
8 Yet I -- I inquire for God, And for God I give my word,
10 Because it hath not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from mine eyes.
27 Whom I -- I see on my side, And mine eyes have beheld, and not a stranger, Consumed have been my reins in my bosom.
19 Wo to me for my breaking, Grievious hath been my smiting, And I said, Only, this `is' my sickness, and I bear it.
3 O that I had known -- and I find Him, I come in unto His seat,
16 I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days `are' vanity.
15 Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
36 If not -- on my shoulder I take it up, I bind it a crown on myself.