Job 21:4 Cross References - ACV

⁴ As for me, is my complaint to man? And why should I not be impatient?

⁹ And Moses spoke so to the sons of Israel, but they did not hearken to Moses for anguish of spirit, and for cruel bondage.

¹⁶ Count not thy handmaid for an iniquitous woman, for out of the abundance of my complaint and my provocation have I spoken until now.

²⁶ And as the king of Israel was passing by upon the wall, a woman cried out to him, saying, Help, my lord, O king. ²⁷ And he said, If LORD does not help thee, from where shall I help thee? Out of the threshing-floor, or out of the winepress?

¹¹ What is my strength that I should wait? And what is my end that I should be patient?

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. ¹² Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, that thou set a watch over me? ¹³ When I say, My bed shall comfort me. My couch shall ease my complaint. ¹⁴ Then thou scare me with dreams, and terrify me through visions, ¹⁵ so that my soul chooses strangling and death rather than these my bones. ¹⁶ I loathe my life. I would not live always. Let me alone, for my days are vanity. ¹⁷ What is man, that thou should magnify him, and that thou should set thy mind upon him, ¹⁸ and that thou should visit him every morning, and try him every moment? ¹⁹ How long will thou not look away from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle? ²⁰ If I have sinned, what do I do to thee, O thou watcher of men? Why have thou set me as a mark for thee, so that I am a burden to myself? ²¹ And why do thou not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? For now I shall lie down in the dust, and thou will seek me diligently, but I shall not be.

¹ My soul is weary of my life. I will give free reign to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul. ² I will say to God, Do not condemn me. Show me why thou contend with me.

¹ My God, my God, why have thou forsaken me, far from helping me, and the words of my groaning? ² O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou answer not, and in the night season, and I am not silent. ³ But thou are holy, O thou who inhabit the praises of Israel.

¹¹ Why are thou cast down, O my soul? And why are thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God, for I shall yet praise him, the help of my countenance, and my God.

³ I remember God, and am disquieted. I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed. Selah. ⁴ Thou have held my eyelids watching. I am so troubled that I cannot speak. ⁵ I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times. ⁶ I call to remembrance my song in the night. I commune with my own heart, and my spirit makes diligent search. ⁷ Will the Lord cast off forever? And will he be favorable no more? ⁸ Has his loving kindness entirely gone forever? Does his promise fail for evermore? ⁹ Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he in anger shut up his tender mercies? Selah.

¹ Hear my prayer, O LORD, and let my cry come to thee.

² I pour out my complaint before him. I show my trouble before him. ³ When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, thou knew my path. In the way in which I walk they have hidden a snare for me.

³⁸ Then Jesus says to them, My soul is deeply grieved, as far as of death. Remain ye here and watch with me.