Job 6:2
O that my provocation were thoroughly weighed, And my calamity in balances They would lift up together!
O that my provocation were thoroughly weighed, And my calamity in balances They would lift up together!
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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!
1And Job answereth and saith: --
1And Job answereth and saith: --
2Also -- to-day `is' my complaint bitter, My hand hath been heavy because of my sighing.
3O that I had known -- and I find Him, I come in unto His seat,
6He doth weigh me in righteous balances, And God doth know my integrity.
8O that my request may come, That God may grant my hope!
9That God would please -- and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!
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.
11What `is' my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?
11Do I reckon `it' pure with balances of wickedness? And with a bag of deceitful stones?
23Who doth grant now, That my words may be written? Who doth grant that in a book they may be graven?
5For Job hath said, `I have been righteous, And God hath turned aside my right,
6Against my right do I lie? Mortal `is' mine arrow -- without transgression.'
35Who giveth to me a hearing? lo, my mark. The Mighty One doth answer me, And a bill hath mine adversary written.
36If not -- on my shoulder I take it up, I bind it a crown on myself.
6If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease -- what goeth from me?
7Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
1And Job addeth to lift up his simile, and saith: --
2Who doth make me as `in' months past, As `in' the days of God's preserving me?
1And Job addeth to lift up his simile, and saith: --
2God liveth! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty -- He made my soul bitter.
36My Father! let Job be tried -- unto victory, Because of answers for men of iniquity,
17For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
4I -- to man `is' my complaint? and if `so', wherefore May not my temper become short?
13Is not my help with me, And substance driven from me?
19Wo to me for my breaking, Grievious hath been my smiting, And I said, Only, this `is' my sickness, and I bear it.
2Till when do ye afflict my soul, And bruise me with words?
12`Is it' nothing to you, all ye passing by the way? Look attentively, and see, If there is any pain like my pain, That He is rolling to me? Whom Jehovah hath afflicted In the day of the fierceness of His anger.
18My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
24For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.
4For mine iniquities have passed over my head, As a heavy burden -- too heavy for me.
5If, truly, over me ye magnify yourselves, And decide against me my reproach;
6Know now, that God turned me upside down, And His net against me hath set round,
7Lo, I cry out -- violence, and am not answered, I cry aloud, and there is no judgment.
6Therefore do I loathe `it', And I have repented on dust and ashes.
2And Job answereth and saith: --
7He hath hedged me about, and I go not out, He hath made heavy my fetter.
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
1I `am' the man `who' hath seen affliction By the rod of His wrath.
1My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
16And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
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!
7There the upright doth reason with Him, And I escape for ever from my judge.
19Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
15If I have done wickedly -- wo to me, And righteously -- I lift not up my head, Full of shame -- then see my affliction,
5I know the words He doth answer me, And understand what He saith to me.
8Yet I -- I inquire for God, And for God I give my word,
13O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.