“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 loathe my life; I will give free utterance to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
and that he would tell you the secrets of wisdom! For wisdom is many-sided. Know then that God exacts of you less than your guilt deserves.
Then Job answered:
Oh, that I knew where I might find him, that I might come even to his dwelling!
For he adds rebellion to his sin; he claps his hands among us, and multiplies 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.
For day and night your hand was heavy upon me; my strength was dried up as by the heat of summer. Selah
to sit alone in silence when the Lord has imposed it,
Mortal, with one blow I am about to take away from you the delight of your eyes; yet you shall not mourn or weep, nor shall your tears run down.