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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20I 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?
21Thou 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!
18And inspectest him in the mornings, In the evenings dost try him?
11Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.
12A sea-`monster' am I, or a dragon, That thou settest over me a guard?
1To 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?
2Till when do I set counsels in my soul? Sorrow inn my heart daily? Till when is mine enemy exalted over me?
24Why dost Thou hide Thy face? And reckonest me for an enemy to Thee?
19Who `is' he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
20Only two things, O God, do with me: Then from Thy face I am not hidden.
21Thy hand put far off from me, And Thy terror let not terrify me.
22And call Thou, and I -- I answer, Or -- I speak, and answer Thou me.
12Hear 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.
13Look from me, and I brighten up before I go and am not!
2Till when do ye afflict my soul, And bruise me with words?
3These ten times ye put me to shame, ye blush not. Ye make yourselves strange to me --
18He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.
13For thou turnest against God thy spirit? And hast brought out words from thy mouth:
1To 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?
3And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?
16I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days `are' vanity.
10Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
22Why do you pursue me as God? And with my flesh are not satisfied?
10They have abominated me, They have kept far from me, And from before me have not spared to spit.
15Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
7Whither do I go from Thy Spirit? And whither from Thy face do I flee?
11Cast me not forth from Thy presence, And Thy Holy Spirit take not from me.
4Thou hast taken hold of the watches of mine eyes, I have been moved, and I speak not.
4And I -- I said: I have been cast out from before Thine eyes, (Yet I add to look unto Thy holy temple!)
19Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
3I have been wearied with my calling, Burnt hath been my throat, Consumed have been mine eyes, waiting for my God.
31Then in corruption Thou dost dip me, And my garments have abominated me.
5An enemy pursueth my soul, and overtaketh, And treadeth down to the earth my life, And my honour placeth in the dust. Selah.
14Why, O Jehovah, castest Thou off my soul? Thou hidest Thy face from me.
19And Thou, O Jehovah, be not far off, O my strength, to help me haste.
1My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
2If not -- mockeries `are' with me. And in their provocations mine eye lodgeth.
18Why 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.
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
46Till when, O Jehovah, art Thou hidden? For ever doth Thy fury burn as fire?
2For 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?
9Hide 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.
16And 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,
13O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
21Do not forsake me, O Jehovah, My God, be not far from me,
10Till when, O God, doth an adversary reproach? Doth an enemy despise thy name for ever?
7Haste, 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.
17And Thou castest off from peace my soul, I have forgotten prosperity.
15Let not a flood of waters overflow me, Nor let the deep swallow me up, Nor let the pit shut her mouth upon me.
22And 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.