Job 16:6

Julia E. Smith Translation 1876

If I shall speak, my pain will not be held back, and shall I cease, what will go from me?

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My soul was weary in my life; I shall leave upon me my complaint; I shall speak in the bitterness of my soul

I will strengthen you with my month, the moving of my lips shall hold back

If my saying, I will forget my complaint, I will let go my face, and I will be cheerful:

I was afraid of all my pains, I knew that thou wilt not acquit me.