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Job 10:1 - Revised Standard Version

1 “I loathe my life; I will give free utterance to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

1 My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

1 I AM weary of my life and loathe it! I will give free expression to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

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American Standard Version (1901)

1 My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

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Common English Bible

1 I loathe my life; I will let loose my complaint; I will speak out of my own bitterness.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

1 My soul is weary of my life. I will release my words against myself. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

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Job 10:1
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“Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.


But he himself went a day's journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a broom tree; and he asked that he might die, saying, “It is enough; now, O Lord, take away my life; for I am no better than my fathers.”


If thou wilt deal thus with me, kill me at once, if I find favor in thy sight, that I may not see my wretchedness.”


When the sun rose, God appointed a sultry east wind, and the sun beat upon the head of Jonah so that he was faint; and he asked that he might die, and said, “It is better for me to die than to live.”


I am blameless; I regard not myself; I loathe my life.


In famine he will redeem you from death, and in war from the power of the sword.


Therefore now, O Lord, take my life from me, I beseech thee, for it is better for me to die than to live.”


Lo, it was for my welfare that I had great bitterness; but thou hast held back my life from the pit of destruction, for thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back.


But what can I say? For he has spoken to me, and he himself has done it. All my sleep has fled because of the bitterness of my soul.


And even if it be true that I have erred, my error remains with myself.


Oh that thou wouldest hide me in Sheol, that thou wouldest conceal me until thy wrath be past, that thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!


I loathe my life; I would not live for ever. Let me alone, for my days are a breath.


Do you think that you can reprove words, when the speech of a despairing man is wind?


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