Job 7:3, 10:1, 23:2, Psa 38:9, 69:3, 77:2-9, 88:9, 102:3-5, 143:4-7 | ESV | STEP | so I am allotted months of emptiness , and nights of misery are apportioned to me.

Job 7:3

3 so I am allotted months of ^aemptiness,
^band nights of misery are apportioned to me.

Job 10:1

Job Continues: A Plea to God

1 “I ^cloathe my life;
I will give free utterance to my ^dcomplaint;
I will speak in ^ethe bitterness of my soul.

Job 23:2

2 “Today also my ^fcomplaint is bitter; ^{▼▼Or defiant}
my ^hhand is heavy on account of my groaning.

Psalms 38:9

9 O Lord, all my longing is before you;
my ⁱsighing is not hidden from you.

Psalms 69:3

3 ^jI am weary with my crying out;
^kmy throat is parched.
^lMy eyes grow dim
with ^mwaiting for my God.

Psalms 77:2-9

2 ⁿIn the day of my trouble I seek the Lord;
in ^othe night my ^phand is stretched out without wearying;
my soul ^qrefuses to be comforted.
3 When I remember God, I ^rmoan;
when I meditate, my spirit faints. Selah
4 You hold my eyelids open;
I am so ^stroubled that I cannot speak.
5 I consider ^tthe days of old,
the years long ago.
6 I said, ^{▼▼Hebrew lacks I said} “Let me remember my ^vsong in the night;
let me ^wmeditate in my heart.”
Then my spirit made a diligent search:
7 “Will the Lord ^xspurn forever,
and never again ^ybe favorable?
8 Has his steadfast love forever ceased?
Are his ^zpromises at an end for all time?
9 ^aaHas God forgotten to be gracious?
^abHas he in anger shut up his compassion?” Selah

Psalms 88:9

9 ^acmy eye grows dim through sorrow.
Every day I call upon you, O Lord;
I ^adspread out my hands to you.

Psalms 102:3-5

3 For my days ^aepass away like smoke,
and my ^afbones burn like a furnace.
4 My heart is ^agstruck down like grass and ^ahhas withered;
I ^aiforget to eat my bread.
5 Because of my loud groaning
my ^ajbones cling to my flesh.

Psalms 143:4-7

4 Therefore my spirit ^akfaints within me;
my heart within me is appalled.
5 ^alI remember the days of old;
^amI meditate on all that you have done;
I ponder the work of your hands.
6 ^anI stretch out my hands to you;
^aomy soul thirsts for you like ^apa parched land. Selah
7 ^aqAnswer me quickly, O Lord!
^arMy spirit fails!
^asHide not your face from me,
^atlest I be like those who go down to the pit.