Job 16:5
I might harden you with my mouth, And the moving of my lips might be sparing.
I might harden you with my mouth, And the moving of my lips might be sparing.
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6If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease -- what goeth from me?
7Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
8And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
1And Job answereth and saith: --
2I have heard many such things, Miserable comforters `are' ye all.
3Is there an end to words of wind? Or what doth embolden thee that thou answerest?
4I also, like you, might speak, If your soul were in my soul's stead. I might join against you with words, And nod at you with my head.
18My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
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.
4I arrange before Him the cause, And my mouth fill `with' arguments.
5I know the words He doth answer me, And understand what He saith to me.
6In the abundance of power doth He strive with me? No! surely He putteth `it' in me.
2Hear ye diligently my word, And this is your consolation.
20I speak, and there is refreshment to me, I open my lips and answer.
5And yet, O that God had spoken! And doth open His lips with thee.
11Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.
2Till when do ye afflict my soul, And bruise me with words?
27Though I say, `I forget my talking, I forsake my corner, and I brighten up!'
19Who `is' he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
28My soul hath dropped from affliction, Establish me according to Thy word.
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
2I was dumb `with' silence, I kept silent from good, and my pain is excited.
11Too few for thee are the comforts of God? And a gentle word `is' with thee,
5O that ye would keep perfectly silent, And it would be to you for wisdom.
6Hear, I pray you, my argument, And to the pleadings of my lips attend,
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.
16For these I am weeping, My eye, my eye, is running down with waters, For, far from me hath been a comforter, Refreshing my soul, My sons have been desolate, For mighty hath been an enemy.
2O that my provocation were thoroughly weighed, And my calamity in balances They would lift up together!
3For now, than the sands of the sea it is heavier, Therefore my words have been rash.
13When I said, `My bed doth comfort me,' He taketh away in my talking my couch.
16And my reins exult when thy lips speak uprightly.
2Hath one tried a word with thee? -- Thou art weary! And to keep in words who is able?
4I -- to man `is' my complaint? and if `so', wherefore May not my temper become short?
5Turn unto me, and be astonished, And put hand to mouth.
25How powerful have been upright sayings, And what doth reproof from you reprove?
50This `is' my comfort in mine affliction, That Thy saying hath quickened me.
16And also He moved thee from a strait place, `To' a broad place -- no straitness under it, And the sitting beyond of thy table Hath been full of fatness.
15If I have said, `I recount thus,' Lo, a generation of Thy sons I have deceived.
1My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2Also -- to-day `is' my complaint bitter, My hand hath been heavy because of my sighing.
16My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids `is' death-shade.
2Lo, I pray thee, I have opened my mouth, My tongue hath spoken in the palate.
3Of the uprightness of my heart `are' my sayings, And knowledge have my lips clearly spoken.
25For I have satiated the weary soul, And every grieved soul I have filled.'
34And how do ye comfort me `with' vanity, And in your answers hath been left trespass?
13Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me doth what?
13For thou turnest against God thy spirit? And hast brought out words from thy mouth:
21And he reasoneth for a man with God, And a son of man for his friend.
14As `if' a friend, as `if' my brother, I walked habitually, As a mourner for a mother, Mourning I have bowed down.
3Yet I for the Mighty One do speak, And to argue for God I delight.