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Job 10:1 - King James Version (Oxford) 1769

1 My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

1 I AM weary of my life and loathe it! I will give free expression to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

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American Standard Version (1901)

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

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Common English Bible

1 I loathe my life; I will let loose my complaint; I will speak out of my own bitterness.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

1 My soul is weary of my life. I will release my words against myself. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

1 My soul is weary of my life: I will let go my speech against myself. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

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English Standard Version 2016

1 “I loathe my life; I will give free utterance to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

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Job 10:1
21 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.


O that thou wouldest hide me in the grave, That thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, That thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!


And be it indeed that I have erred, Mine error remaineth with myself.


In famine he shall redeem thee from death: And in war from the power of the sword.


Do ye imagine to reprove words, And the speeches of one that is desperate, which are as wind?


Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.


I loathe it; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.


Though I were perfect, yet would I not know my soul: I would despise my life.


What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it: I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.


Behold, for peace I had great bitterness: But thou hast in love to my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption: For thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back.


Therefore now, O LORD, take, I beseech thee, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live.


And it came to pass, when the sun did arise, that God prepared a vehement east wind; and the sun beat upon the head of Jonah, that he fainted, and wished in himself to die, and said, It is better for me to die than to live.


And if thou deal thus with me, kill me, I pray thee, out of hand, if I have found favour in thy sight; and let me not see my wretchedness.


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