Job 23:2

Even today my outcry is bitter; his hand is hard on my sorrow.

My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.

If only my passion might be measured, and put into the scales against my trouble!

So I will not keep my mouth shut; I will let the words come from it in the pain of my spirit, my soul will make a bitter outcry.

And would make clear to you the secrets of wisdom, and the wonders of his purpose!

For the weight of your hand was on me day and night; my body became dry like the earth in summer. (Selah.)

In the day of my trouble, my heart was turned to the Lord: my hand was stretched out in the night without resting; my soul would not be comforted.

Keep in mind my trouble and my wandering, the bitter root and the poison.

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Even to day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.

If only my passion might be measured, and put into the scales against my trouble!

My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.

Keep in mind my trouble and my wandering, the bitter root and the poison.

In the day of my trouble, my heart was turned to the Lord: my hand was stretched out in the night without resting; my soul would not be comforted.

And would make clear to you the secrets of wisdom, and the wonders of his purpose!