1 Then Job replied: 2 “If only my grief could be weighed and placed with my calamity on the scales. 3 For then it would outweigh the sand of the seas— no wonder my words have been rash. 4 For the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me; my spirit drinks in their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.
Job 6:1–4
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Job 11:4–6
4 You have said, ‘My doctrine is sound, and I am pure in Your sight.’ 5 But if only God would speak and open His lips against you, 6 and disclose to you the secrets of wisdom, for true wisdom has two sides. Know then that God exacts from you less than your iniquity d…
Job 9:16–18
16 If I summoned Him and He answered me, I do not believe He would listen to my voice. 17 For He would crush me with a tempest and multiply my wounds without cause. 18 He does not let me catch my breath, but overwhelms me with bitterness.
Job 23:1–3
1 Then Job answered: 2 “Even today my complaint is bitter. His hand is heavy despite my groaning. 3 If only I knew where to find Him, so that I could go to His seat.
Job 10:1–2
1 “I loathe my own life; I will express my complaint and speak in the bitterness of my soul. 2 I will say to God: Do not condemn me! Let me know why You prosecute me.
Job 27:1–3
1 Job continued his discourse: 2 “As surely as God lives, who has deprived me of justice— the Almighty, who has embittered my soul— 3 as long as my breath is still within me and the breath of God remains in my nostrils,
Job 3:24–26
24 I sigh when food is put before me, and my groans pour out like water. 25 For the thing I feared has overtaken me, and what I dreaded has befallen me. 26 I am not at ease or quiet; I have no rest, for trouble has come.”
Job 34:4–6
4 Let us choose for ourselves what is right; let us learn together what is good. 5 For Job has declared, ‘I am righteous, yet God has deprived me of justice. 6 Would I lie about my case? My wound is incurable, though I am without transgression.’
Job 19:20–22
20 My skin and flesh cling to my bones; I have escaped by the skin of my teeth. 21 Have pity on me, my friends, have pity, for the hand of God has struck me. 22 Why do you persecute me as God does? Will you never get enough of my flesh?
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