Job 7:11
Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.
Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.
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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.
12 A sea-`monster' am I, or a dragon, That thou settest over me a guard?
13 When I said, `My bed doth comfort me,' He taketh away in my talking my couch.
4 I -- to man `is' my complaint? and if `so', wherefore May not my temper become short?
18 He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.
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.
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.
19 Who `is' he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
24 For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.
19 How long dost Thou not look from me? Thou dost not desist till I swallow my spittle.
20 I have sinned, what do I to Thee, O watcher of man? Why hast Thou set me for a mark to Thee, And I am for a burden to myself -- and what?
21 Thou dost not take away my transgression, And cause to pass away mine iniquity, Because now, for dust I lie down: And Thou hast sought me -- and I am not!
6 If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease -- what goeth from me?
15 And my soul chooseth strangling, Death rather than my bones.
16 I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days `are' vanity.
4 And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
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.
7 Lo, I cry out -- violence, and am not answered, I cry aloud, and there is no judgment.
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?
1 My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
2 Also -- to-day `is' my complaint bitter, My hand hath been heavy because of my sighing.
27 My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction.
28 Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry.
10 He turneth not again to his house, Nor doth his place discern him again.
2 Till when do ye afflict my soul, And bruise me with words?
16 And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
18 My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
20 I speak, and there is refreshment to me, I open my lips and answer.
18 And why from the womb Hast Thou brought me forth? I expire, and the eye doth not see me.
21 For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
2 I pour forth before Him my meditation, My distress before Him I declare.
25 Did not I weep for him whose day is hard? Grieved hath my soul for the needy.
7 There the upright doth reason with Him, And I escape for ever from my judge.
13 For thou turnest against God thy spirit? And hast brought out words from thy mouth:
6 On my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it go, My heart doth not reproach me while I live.
17 For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
10 For 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.
13 From above He hath sent fire into my bone, And it subdueth it, He hath spread a net for my feet, He hath turned me backward, He hath made me desolate -- all the day sick.
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.
21 They have heard that I have sighed, There is no comforter for me, All my enemies have heard of my calamity, They have rejoiced that Thou hast done `it', Thou hast brought in the day Thou hast called, And they are like to me.
10 Because it hath not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from mine eyes.
20 Is it declared to Him that I speak? If a man hath spoken, surely he is swallowed up.
9 The indignation of Jehovah I do bear, For I have sinned against Him, Till that He doth plead my cause, And hath executed my judgment, He doth bring me forth to the light, I look on His righteousness.
8 I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.
3 For all the while my breath `is' in me, And the spirit of God in my nostrils.
30 Yea, I have not suffered my mouth to sin, To ask with an oath his life.