6:2 “Oh, if only my grief could be weighed,
and my misfortune laid on the scales too!
6:12 Is my strength like that of stones?
or is my flesh made of bronze?
6:30 Is there any falsehood on my lips?
Can my mouth not discern evil things?
7:5 My body is clothed with worms and dirty scabs;
my skin is broken and festering.
7:7 Remember that my life is but a breath,
that my eyes will never again see happiness.
9:27 If I say, ‘I will forget my complaint,
I will change my expression and be cheerful,’
10:6 that you must search out my iniquity,
and inquire about my sin,
13:1 “Indeed, my eyes have seen all this,
my ears have heard and understood it.
13:6 “Listen now to my argument,
and be attentive to my lips’ contentions.
13:14 Why do I put myself in peril,
and take my life in my hands?
13:17 Listen carefully to my words;
let your ears be attentive to my explanation.
14:16 “Surely now you count my steps;
then you would not mark my sin.
14:17 My offenses would be sealed up in a bag;
you would cover over my sin.
16:15 I have sewed sackcloth on my skin,
and buried my horn in the dust;
16:16 my face is reddened because of weeping,
and on my eyelids there is a deep darkness,
16:17 although there is no violence in my hands
and my prayer is pure.
16:19 Even now my witness is in heaven;
my advocate is on high.
17:1 My spirit is broken,
my days have faded out,
the grave awaits me.
17:7 My eyes have grown dim with grief;
my whole frame is but a shadow.
17:15 where then is my hope?
And my hope, who sees it?
19:4 But even if it were true that I have erred,
my error remains solely my concern!
19:8 He has blocked my way so I cannot pass,
and has set darkness over my paths.
19:9 He has stripped me of my honor
and has taken the crown off my head.
19:13 “He has put my relatives far from me;
my acquaintances only turn away from me.
19:26 And after my skin has been destroyed,
yet in my flesh I will see God,
20:2 “This is why my troubled thoughts bring me back –
because of my feelings within me.
23:2 “Even today my complaint is still bitter;
his hand is heavy despite my groaning.
27:4 my lips will not speak wickedness,
and my tongue will whisper no deceit.
27:7 “May my enemy be like the wicked,
my adversary like the unrighteous.
29:19 My roots reach the water,
and the dew lies on my branches all night long.
30:18 With great power God grasps my clothing;
he binds me like the collar of my tunic.
30:27 My heart is in turmoil unceasingly;
the days of my affliction confront me.
30:30 My skin has turned dark on me;
my body is hot with fever.
30:31 My harp is used for mourning
and my flute for the sound of weeping.
31:4 Does he not see my ways
and count all my steps?
31:33 if I have covered my transgressions as men do,
by hiding iniquity in my heart,
33:11 He puts my feet in shackles;
he watches closely all my paths.’
34:6 Concerning my right, should I lie?
My wound is incurable,
although I am without transgression.’
36:3 With my knowledge I will speak comprehensively,
and to my Creator I will ascribe righteousness.