Job 7:13
When I said, `My bed doth comfort me,' He taketh away in my talking my couch.
When I said, `My bed doth comfort me,' He taketh away in my talking my couch.
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3 So I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, And nights of misery they numbered to me.
4 If I lay down then I said, `When do I rise!' And evening hath been measured, And I have been full of tossings till dawn.
6 I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night `on' my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.
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?
14 And thou hast affrighted me with dreams, And from visions thou terrifiest me,
15 And my soul chooseth strangling, Death rather than my bones.
13 For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept -- then there is rest to me,
27 Though I say, `I forget my talking, I forsake my corner, and I brighten up!'
3 `If I enter into the tent of my house, If I go up on the couch of my bed,
4 If I give sleep to mine eyes, To mine eyelids -- slumber,
20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
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!
18 My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
16 `With' ornamental coverings I decked my couch, Carved works -- cotton of Egypt.
17 I sprinkled my bed -- myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
26 On this I have awaked, and I behold, and my sleep hath been sweet to me.
13 If I wait -- Sheol `is' my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.
13 In thoughts from visions of the night, In the falling of deep sleep on men,
2 In a day of my distress the Lord I sought, My hand by night hath been spread out, And it doth not cease, My soul hath refused to be comforted.
3 I remember God, and make a noise, I meditate, and feeble is my spirit. Selah.
15 In a dream -- a vision of night, In the falling of deep sleep on men, In slumberings on a bed.
3 Jehovah supporteth on a couch of sickness, All his bed Thou hast turned in his weakness.
1 My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
20 For shorter hath been the bed Than to stretch one's self out in, And the covering hath been narrower Than to wrap one's self up in.
24 If thou liest down, thou art not afraid, Yea, thou hast lain down, And sweet hath been thy sleep.
17 At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.
5 I -- I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
6 If I have remembered Thee on my couch, In the watches -- I meditate on Thee.
4 I -- to man `is' my complaint? and if `so', wherefore May not my temper become short?
2 Also -- to-day `is' my complaint bitter, My hand hath been heavy because of my sighing.
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.
17 There the wicked have ceased troubling, And there rest do the wearied in power.
19 And he hath been reproved With pain on his bed, And the strife of his bones `is' enduring.
19 In the abundance of my thoughts within me, Thy comforts delight my soul.
8 In peace together I lie down and sleep, For Thou, O Jehovah, alone, In confidence dost cause me to dwell!
24 For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.
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.
8 If I ascend the heavens -- there Thou `art', And spread out a couch in Sheol, lo, Thee!
6 If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease -- what goeth from me?
7 Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
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.
19 Who `is' he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
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.
13 I have set `Him' till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
7 There the upright doth reason with Him, And I escape for ever from my judge.
40 I have been `thus': in the day consumed me hath drought, and frost by night, and wander doth my sleep from mine eyes.
21 For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
11 And I say, `Surely darkness bruiseth me, Then night `is' light to me.
7 I bless Jehovah who hath counselled me; Also `in' the nights my reins instruct me.