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Job 6:9 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

9 even that it would please God to crush me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

9 Even that it would please God to destroy me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

9 I even wish that it would please God to crush me, that He would let loose His hand and cut me off!

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American Standard Version (1901)

9 Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!

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Common English Bible

9 that God be willing to crush me, release his hand and cut me off.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

9 and that he who, at first, had crushed me, will let loose his hand and cut me down?

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Job 6:9
16 Tagairtí Cros  

But he himself went a day's journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a juniper tree: and he requested for himself that he might die, and said, It is enough; now, O LORD, take away my life; for I am not better than my fathers.


*My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.


But the eyes of the wicked shall fail. They shall have no way to flee. Their hope shall be the giving up of the spirit.*


*Oh that you would hide me in She'ol, that you would keep me secret, until your wrath is past, that you would appoint me a set time, and remember me!


*Have pity on me, have pity on me, you my friends; for the hand of God has touched me.


*Oh that I might have my request, that God would grant the thing that I long for,


I am blameless. I don't regard myself. I despise my life.


For day and night your hand was heavy on me. My strength was sapped in the heat of summer. Selah.


My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me like a shepherd's tent. I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life. He will cut me off from the loom. From day even to night you will make an end of me.


Therefore now, LORD, take, I beg you, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live.*


It happened, when the sun arose, that God prepared a sultry east wind; and the sun beat on Yonah's head, so that he fainted, and requested for himself that he might die, and said, *It is better for me to die than to live.*


In those days people will seek death, and will in no way find it. They will desire to die, and death will flee from them.


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