“Even today my complaint is bitter; my hand is heavy on account of 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.
“My being has grown weary of life. I let loose my complaint, I speak in the bitterness of my being.
and show you the secrets of wisdom, doubling your ability. Know then that Eloah forgets some of your crookedness for you.
And Iyoḇ answered and said,
If only I knew where to find Him, I would come to His dwelling-place!
For he adds rebellion to his sin – he claps his hands among us, and multiplies his words against Ěl.”
I also, I do not hold my mouth, I speak in the distress of my spirit, I complain in the bitterness of my being.
For day and night Your hand was heavy upon me; My sap was turned into the droughts of summer. Selah.
Let him sit alone and be silent, Because He has laid it on him.
“Son of man, see, I am taking away from you the desire of your eyes with one stroke. But do not mourn, nor weep, nor let your tears run down.