“Even today my complaint is rebellious; 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 own life; I will give full vent to my complaint; I will speak out of the bitterness of my soul.
and show you the secrets of wisdom— for sound wisdom has two sides. Know that God has forgotten some of your iniquity.
Then Job answered:
If only I knew where to find Him; if only I could go to His dwelling.
For he adds rebellion to his sin; in our midst he claps his hands and multiplies his words against God.”
“So I will not keep silent; I will speak in the distress of my spirit, I will complain in bitterness of soul.
For day and night Your hand was heavy upon me. My strength was drained as in the droughts of summer. Selah
Let him sit alone and be silent, since He has laid it upon him.
“Son of man, behold, I am about to take away the desire of your eyes with a single blow. But do not lament, do not weep or allow any tears to flow.