Job 23:2

Also -- to-day is my complaint bitter, My hand hath been heavy because of my sighing.

My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.

O that my provocation were thoroughly weighed, And my calamity in balances They would lift up together!

Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.

And declare to thee secrets of wisdom, For counsel hath foldings. And know thou that God forgetteth for thee, Some of thine iniquity.

When by day and by night Thy hand is heavy upon me, My moisture hath been changed Into the droughts of summer. Selah.

In a day of my distress the Lord I sought, My hand by night hath been spread out, And it doth not cease, My soul hath refused to be comforted.

Remember my affliction and my mourning, Wormwood and gall!

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

O that my provocation were thoroughly weighed, And my calamity in balances They would lift up together!

My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.

Remember my affliction and my mourning, Wormwood and gall!

In a day of my distress the Lord I sought, My hand by night hath been spread out, And it doth not cease, My soul hath refused to be comforted.

And declare to thee secrets of wisdom, For counsel hath foldings. And know thou that God forgetteth for thee, Some of thine iniquity.