Job.23.2

Even to day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.

Job.23.2

"I'm not letting up--I'm standing my ground. My complaint is legitimate. God has no right to treat me like this--it isn't fair!

Job.23.2

"Even today my complaint is bitter; his hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.

Job.23.2

"Even today my complaint is bitter; My hand is listless because of my groaning.