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Afflictions » Moments of Discouragement » Job
My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.
Complaints » Complaints of men to God
My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Also -- to-day is my complaint bitter, My hand hath been heavy because of my sighing.
Attend to me, and answer me, I mourn in my meditation, and make a noise,
I remember God, and make a noise, I meditate, and feeble is my spirit. Selah.
death » Desired » Job
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 in Sheol Thou wouldest conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
O that my request may come, That God may grant my hope! That God would please -- and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off! And 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. read more.
What is my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?
What is my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?
Is there not a warfare to man on earth? And as the days of an hireling his days? As a servant desireth the shadow, And as a hireling expecteth his wage, So I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, And nights of misery they numbered to me.
And my soul chooseth strangling, Death rather than my bones. I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days are vanity.
Despondency » Job
My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.
Life » Of the spirit » Weariness of
My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
And it cometh to pass, about the rising of the sun, that God appointeth a cutting east wind, and the sun smiteth on the head of Jonah, and he wrappeth himself up, and asketh his soul to die, and saith, 'Better is my death than my life.'
My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.
And Rebekah saith unto Isaac, 'I have been disgusted with my life because of the presence of the daughters of Heth; if Jacob take a wife of the daughters of Heth, like these -- from the daughters of the land -- why do I live?'
What is my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?
And I have hated life, for sad to me is the work that hath been done under the sun, for the whole is vanity and vexation of spirit.
And I have turned, and I see all the oppressions that are done under the sun, and lo, the tear of the oppressed, and they have no comforter; and at the hand of their oppressors is power, and they have no comforter. And I am praising the dead who have already died above the living who are yet alive.