Even today my outcry is bitter; his hand is hard on my sorrow.
My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.
And would make clear to you the secrets of wisdom, and the wonders of his purpose!
And Job made answer and said,
If only I had knowledge of where he might be seen, so that I might come even to his seat!
For in addition to his sin, he is uncontrolled in heart; before our eyes he makes sport of God, increasing his words against him.
So I will not keep my mouth shut; I will let the words come from it in the pain of my spirit, my soul will make a bitter outcry.
For the weight of your hand was on me day and night; my body became dry like the earth in summer. Selah.
Let him be seated by himself, saying nothing, because he has put it on him.
Son of man, see, I am taking away the desire of your eyes by disease: but let there be no sorrow or weeping or drops running from your eyes.