Job 7:15
Therefore my soule chuseth rather to be strangled and to die, then to be in my bones.
Therefore my soule chuseth rather to be strangled and to die, then to be in my bones.
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16I abhorre it, I shall not liue alway: spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
13Holde your tongues in my presence, that I may speake, and let come vpon what will.
14Wherefore doe I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my soule in mine hande?
15Loe, though he slay me, yet will I trust in him, and I will reprooue my wayes in his sight.
1My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
3Therefore nowe O Lorde, take, I beseech thee, my life from me: for it is better for me to die then to liue.
14Then fearest thou me with dreames, and astonishest me with visions.
1My soule is cut off though I liue: I wil leaue my complaint vpon my selfe, & wil speake in the bitternesse of my soule.
7Such things as my soule refused to touch, as were sorowes, are my meate.
8Oh that I might haue my desire, and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
9That is, that God would destroy me: that he would let his hand go, and cut me off.
10Then should I yet haue comfort, (though I burne with sorowe, let him not spare) because I haue not denyed the wordes of the Holy one.
11What power haue I that I should endure? or what is mine end, if I should prolong my life?
11Therefore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my minde.
20Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
13Oh that thou wouldest hide me in the graue, and keepe me secret, vntill thy wrath were past, and wouldest giue me terme, and remember me.
14If a man die, shall he liue againe? All the dayes of mine appointed time will I waite, till my changing shall come.
3For the enemie hath persecuted my soule: he hath smitten my life downe to the earth: he hath layde me in the darkenes, as they that haue bene dead long agoe:
4And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
3When the snares of death copassed me, and the griefes of the graue caught me: when I founde trouble and sorowe.
4Mine heart trembleth within mee, and the terrours of death are fallen vpon me.
18Wherfore then hast thou brought me out of the wombe? Oh that I had perished, and that none eye had seene me!
16Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
18He wil not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
3For my soule is filled with euils, and my life draweth neere to the graue.
15What shall I say? for he hath said it to me, and he hath done it: I shall walke weakely all my yeeres in the bitternesse of my soule.
20So that his life causeth him to abhorre bread, and his soule daintie meate.
15My strength is dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
6The sorowes of the graue compassed mee about: the snares of death ouertooke mee.
19Who is he, that will pleade with me? for if I nowe holde my tongue, I dye.
5The sorowes of the graue haue compassed me about: the snares of death ouertooke me.
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
13Though I hope, yet the graue shall bee mine house, and I shal make my bed in the darke.
5For the voyce of my groning my bones doe cleaue to my skinne.
22So his soule draweth to the graue, and his life to the buriers.
5Then let the enemie persecute my soule and take it: yea, let him treade my life downe vpon the earth, and lay mine honour in the dust. Selah.
12Mine habitation is departed, and is remoued from me, like a shepheards tent: I haue cut off like a weauer my life: he will cut me off from the height: from day to night, thou wilt make an ende of me.
13I rekoned to the morning: but he brake all my bones, like a lion: from day to night wilt thou make an ende of me.
21Which long for death, and if it come not, they would euen search it more then treasures:
19Howe long will it be yer thou depart from me? thou wilt not let me alone whiles I may swallowe my spettle.
11Why died I not in the birth? or why dyed I not, when I came out of the wombe?
2Least he deuoure my soule like a lion, and teare it in pieces, while there is none to helpe.
15I am afflicted and at the point of death: from my youth I suffer thy terrours, doubting of my life.
11He hath stopped my wayes, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
23Surely I knowe that thou wilt bring mee to death, and to the house appoynted for all the liuing.
10I saide in the cutting off of my dayes, I shall goe to the gates of the graue: I am depriued of the residue of my yeeres.
6My soule hath too long dwelt with him that hateth peace.
18And keepe backe his soule from the pit, & that his life should not passe by the sword.
15Therefore if thou deale thus with mee, I pray thee, if I haue founde fauour in thy sight, kill me, that I behold not my miserie.
2The liuing God hath taken away my iudgement: for the Almightie hath put my soule in bitternesse.