Job 7:19
How long dost Thou not look from me? Thou dost not desist till I swallow my spittle.
How long dost Thou not look from me? Thou dost not desist till I swallow my spittle.
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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!
18 And inspectest him in the mornings, In the evenings dost try him?
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?
1 To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Till when, O Jehovah, Dost Thou forget me? -- for ever? Till when dost Thou hide Thy face from me?
2 Till when do I set counsels in my soul? Sorrow inn my heart daily? Till when is mine enemy exalted over me?
24 Why dost Thou hide Thy face? And reckonest me for an enemy to Thee?
19 Who `is' he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
20 Only two things, O God, do with me: Then from Thy face I am not hidden.
21 Thy hand put far off from me, And Thy terror let not terrify me.
22 And call Thou, and I -- I answer, Or -- I speak, and answer Thou me.
12 Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, And `to' my cry give ear, Unto my tear be not silent, For a sojourner I `am' with Thee, A settler like all my fathers.
13 Look from me, and I brighten up before I go and am not!
2 Till when do ye afflict my soul, And bruise me with words?
3 These ten times ye put me to shame, ye blush not. Ye make yourselves strange to me --
18 He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.
13 For thou turnest against God thy spirit? And hast brought out words from thy mouth:
1 To the Overseer, on `The Hind of the Morning.' -- A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me? Far from my salvation, The words of my roaring?
3 And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?
16 I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days `are' vanity.
10 Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
22 Why do you pursue me as God? And with my flesh are not satisfied?
10 They have abominated me, They have kept far from me, And from before me have not spared to spit.
15 Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
7 Whither do I go from Thy Spirit? And whither from Thy face do I flee?
11 Cast me not forth from Thy presence, And Thy Holy Spirit take not from me.
4 Thou hast taken hold of the watches of mine eyes, I have been moved, and I speak not.
4 And I -- I said: I have been cast out from before Thine eyes, (Yet I add to look unto Thy holy temple!)
19 Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
3 I have been wearied with my calling, Burnt hath been my throat, Consumed have been mine eyes, waiting for my God.
31 Then in corruption Thou dost dip me, And my garments have abominated me.
5 An enemy pursueth my soul, and overtaketh, And treadeth down to the earth my life, And my honour placeth in the dust. Selah.
14 Why, O Jehovah, castest Thou off my soul? Thou hidest Thy face from me.
19 And Thou, O Jehovah, be not far off, O my strength, to help me haste.
1 My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
2 If not -- mockeries `are' with me. And in their provocations mine eye lodgeth.
18 Why hath my pain been perpetual? And my wound incurable? It hath refused to be healed, Thou art surely to me as a failing stream, Waters not stedfast.
20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
46 Till when, O Jehovah, art Thou hidden? For ever doth Thy fury burn as fire?
2 For thou `art' the God of my strength. Why hast Thou cast me off? Why mourning do I go up and down, In the oppression of an enemy?
9 Hide not Thy face from me, Turn not aside in anger Thy servant, My help Thou hast been. Leave me not, nor forsake me, O God of my salvation.
16 And I hastened not from feeding after Thee, And the desperate day I have not desired, Thou -- Thou hast known, The produce of my lips, before Thy face it hath been,
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.
21 Do not forsake me, O Jehovah, My God, be not far from me,
10 Till when, O God, doth an adversary reproach? Doth an enemy despise thy name for ever?
7 Haste, answer me, O Jehovah, My spirit hath been consumed, Hide not Thou Thy face from me, Or I have been compared with those going down `to' the pit.
17 And Thou castest off from peace my soul, I have forgotten prosperity.
15 Let not a flood of waters overflow me, Nor let the deep swallow me up, Nor let the pit shut her mouth upon me.
22 And I -- I have said in my haste, `I have been cut off from before Thine eyes,' But Thou hast heard the voice of my supplications, In my crying unto Thee.