Job 7:15
And my soul chooseth strangling, Death rather than my bones.
And my soul chooseth strangling, Death rather than my bones.
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16I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days `are' vanity.
13Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me doth what?
14Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?
15Lo, He doth slay me -- I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue.
1My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
3And now, O Jehovah, take, I pray Thee, my soul from me, for better `is' my death than my life.'
14And thou hast affrighted me with dreams, And from visions thou terrifiest me,
1My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
7My soul is refusing to touch! They `are' as my sickening food.
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?
11Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
13O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
14If a man dieth -- doth he revive? All days of my warfare I wait, till my change come.
3For an enemy hath pursued my soul, He hath bruised to the earth my life, He hath caused me to dwell in dark places, As the dead of old.
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
3Compassed me have cords of death, And straits of Sheol have found me, Distress and sorrow I find.
4My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.
18And why from the womb Hast Thou brought me forth? I expire, and the eye doth not see me.
16And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
18He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.
3For my soul hath been full of evils, And my life hath come to Sheol.
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.
20And his life hath nauseated bread, And his soul desirable food.
15Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
6The cords of Sheol have surrounded me, Before me have been the snares of death.
19Who `is' he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
5Cords of Sheol have surrounded me, Before me have been snares of death.
10For 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.
13If I wait -- Sheol `is' my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.
5From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
22And draw near to the pit doth his soul, And his life to those causing death.
5An enemy pursueth my soul, and overtaketh, And treadeth down to the earth my life, And my honour placeth in the dust. Selah.
12My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
13I have set `Him' till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
21Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures.
19How long dost Thou not look from me? Thou dost not desist till I swallow my spittle.
11Why from the womb do I not die? From the belly I have come forth and gasp!
2Lest he tear as a lion my soul, Rending, and there is no deliverer.
15I `am' afflicted, and expiring from youth, I have borne Thy terrors -- I pine away.
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
23For I have known To death Thou dost bring me back, And `to' the house appointed for all living.
10`I -- I said in the cutting off of my days, I go in to the gates of Sheol, I have numbered the remnant of mine years.
6Too much hath my soul dwelt with him who is hating peace.
18He keepeth back his soul from corruption, And his life from passing away by a dart.
15and if thus Thou art doing to me -- slay me, I pray Thee; slay, if I have found grace in thine eyes, and let me not look on mine affliction.'
2God liveth! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty -- He made my soul bitter.