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Job 7:11 - Revised Standard Version

11 “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.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

11 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.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

11 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 [O Lord]!

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American Standard Version (1901)

11 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.

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Common English Bible

11 But I won’t keep quiet; I will speak in the adversity of my spirit, groan in the bitterness of my life.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

11 And because of this, I will not restrain my mouth. I will speak in the affliction of my spirit. I will converse from the bitterness of my soul.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

11 Wherefore I will not spare my month, I will speak in the affliction of my spirit: I will talk with the bitterness of my soul.

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Job 7:11
20 Tagairtí Cros  

Then they said to one another, “In truth we are guilty concerning our brother, in that we saw the distress of his soul, when he besought us and we would not listen; therefore is this distress come upon us.”


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


If I am wicked, woe to me! If I am righteous, I cannot lift up my head, for I am filled with disgrace and look upon my affliction.


“Let me have silence, and I will speak, and let come on me what may.


“If I speak, my pain is not assuaged, and if I forbear, how much of it leaves me?


Another dies in bitterness of soul, never having tasted of good.


“Today also my complaint is bitter, his hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.


Take heed, do not turn to iniquity, for this you have chosen rather than affliction.


Do you think that you can reprove words, when the speech of a despairing man is wind?


If I say, ‘I will forget my complaint, I will put off my sad countenance, and be of good cheer,’


my heart became hot within me. As I mused, the fire burned; then I spoke with my tongue:


I have told the glad news of deliverance in the great congregation; lo, I have not restrained my lips, as thou knowest, O Lord.


But what can I say? For he has spoken to me, and he himself has done it. All my sleep has fled because of the bitterness of my soul.


Lo, it was for my welfare that I had great bitterness; but thou hast held back my life from the pit of destruction, for thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back.


For I wrote you out of much affliction and anguish of heart and with many tears, not to cause you pain but to let you know the abundant love that I have for you.


She was deeply distressed and prayed to the Lord, and wept bitterly.


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