American Standard Version
"And be it still my consolation, Yea, let me exult in pain that spareth not, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One. "
— Job 6:10, American Standard Version
“Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.”
“Be it still my consolation, yes, let me exult in pain that doesn't spare, that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.”
“Then I would yet have my comfort, then I would rejoice, in spite of pitiless pain, for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.”
“And that this may be my comfort, that afflicting me with sorrow, he spare not, nor I contradict the words of the Holy one.”
“So I would still have comfort, and I would have joy in the pains of death, for I have not been false to the words of the Holy One.”
“Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.”
My soul refuseth to touch them; They are as loathsome food to me.
Oh that I might have my request; And that God would grantmethe thing that I long for!
Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
And be it still my consolation, Yea, let me exult in pain that spareth not, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is mine end, that I should be patient?
Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
Is it not that I have no help in me, And that wisdom is driven quite from me?