H9020–י–y

Turn back, I pray you, let it not be perverseness, Yea, turn back again -- my righteousness `is' in it.

צִדְקִי־ (י) i- “my”

Is there in my tongue perverseness? Discerneth not my palate desirable things?

בִּלְשׁוֹנִ֥י (י) i “my”חִ֝כִּ֗י (י) i “my”

Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,

בְּשָׂרִ֣י (י) i “my”עוֹרִ֥י (י) i “my”

My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.

יָמַ֣י (י) i “my”

Remember Thou that my life `is' a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.

חַיָּ֑י (י) i “my”עֵ֝ינִ֗י (י) i “my”

Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.

פִּ֥י (י) i “my”רוּחִ֑י (י) i “my”נַפְשִֽׁי׃ (י) i “my”

When I said, `My bed doth comfort me,' He taketh away in my talking my couch.

עַרְשִׂ֑י (י) i “my”בְ֝שִׂיחִ֗י (י) i “my”מִשְׁכָּבִֽי׃ (י) i “my”

And my soul chooseth strangling, Death rather than my bones.

נַפְשִׁ֑י (י) i “my”מֵֽעַצְמוֹתָֽי׃ (י) i “my”

I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days `are' vanity.

יָמָֽי׃ (י) i “my”

How long dost Thou not look from me? Thou dost not desist till I swallow my spittle.

רֻקִּֽי׃ (י) i “my”

Thou dost not take away my transgression, And cause to pass away mine iniquity, Because now, for dust I lie down: And Thou hast sought me -- and I am not!

פִשְׁעִי֮ (י֮) I “my”עֲוֹ֫נִ֥י (י) i “my”

How much less do I -- I answer Him? Choose out my words with Him?

דְבָרַ֣י (י) i “my”

Though I had called and He answereth me, I do not believe that He giveth ear `to' my voice.

קוֹלִֽי׃ (י) i “my”

Because with a tempest He bruiseth me, And hath multiplied my wounds for nought.

פְצָעַ֣י (י) i “my”

He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.

רוּחִ֑י (י) i “my”

If I be righteous, Mine mouth doth declare me wicked, Perfect I am! -- it declareth me perverse.

פִּ֣י (י) i “my”

Perfect I am! -- I know not my soul, I despise my life.

נַפְשִׁ֗י (י) i “my”חַיָּֽי׃ (י) i “my”

My days have been swifter than a runner, They have fled, they have not seen good,

וְיָמַ֣י (י) i “my”

Though I say, `I forget my talking, I forsake my corner, and I brighten up!'

שִׂיחִ֑י (י) i “my”פָנַ֣י (י) i “my”

I have been afraid of all my griefs, I have known that Thou dost not acquit me.

עַצְּבֹתָ֑י (י) i “my”

If I have washed myself with snow-water, And purified with soap my hands,

כַּפָּֽי׃ (י) i “my”

Then in corruption Thou dost dip me, And my garments have abominated me.

שַׂלְמוֹתָֽי׃ (י) i “my”

My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.

נַפְשִׁ֗י (י) i “my”בְּחַ֫יָּ֥י (י) i “my”שִׂיחִ֑י (י) i “my”נַפְשִֽׁי׃ (י) i “my”

That Thou inquirest for mine iniquity, And for my sin seekest?

לַעֲוֹנִ֑י (י) i “my”וּ֭לְחַטָּאתִ֥י (י) i “my”

Life and kindness Thou hast done with me. And Thy inspection hath preserved my spirit.

רוּחִֽי׃ (י) i “my”