Today also my complaint is bitter. , His hand is heavy despite my groaning.
Even to day is my complaint bitter: My stroke is heavier than my groaning.
Even today is my complaint rebellious and bitter; my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
Even to-day is my complaint rebellious: My stroke is heavier than my groaning.
Today my complaint is again bitter; my strength is weighed down because of my groaning.
Now again my conversation is in bitterness, and the force of my scourging weighs more heavily on me because of my mourning.
Now also my words are in bitterness, and the hand of my scourge is more grievous than my mourning.
I am disgusted with my life. I will give vent to my complaint and speak in the bitterness of my soul.
He would show you the secrets of wisdom, for true wisdom has two sides. Know then that God has chosen to overlook some of your iniquity.
Then Job answered:
If only I knew how to find him, so that I could go to his throne.
For he adds rebellion to his sin; he scornfully claps in our presence, while multiplying his words against God.
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.
Let him sit alone and be silent, for God has disciplined him.
‘Son of man, I am about to take the delight of your eyes away from you with a fatal blow. But you must not lament or weep or let your tears flow.