Job 10:18
Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me.
Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me.
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19I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
21Before I go whence I shall not return, [Even] to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
10Because it shut not up the doors of my [mother's] womb, Nor hid trouble from mine eyes.
11Why died I not from the womb? Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bare me?
12Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should suck?
17because he slew me not from the womb; and so my mother would have been my grave, and her womb always great.
18Wherefore came I forth out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
16Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, As infants that never saw light.
13Oh that thou wouldest hide me in Sheol, That thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, That thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!
3Let the day perish wherein I was born, And the night which said, There is a man-child conceived.
14Cursed be the day wherein I was born: let not the day wherein my mother bare me be blessed.
10Hast thou not poured me out as milk, And curdled me like cheese?
8Thy hands have framed me and fashioned me Together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.
9But thou art he that took me out of the womb; Thou didst make me trust [when I was] upon my mother's breasts.
10I was cast upon thee from the womb; Thou art my God since my mother bare me.
9Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
10And be it still my consolation, Yea, let me exult in pain that spareth not, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
11What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is mine end, that I should be patient?
17Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, And increasest thine indignation upon me: Changes and warfare are with me.
1My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
15So that my soul chooseth strangling, And death rather than [these] my bones.
16I loathe [my life] ; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.
15Did not he that made me in the womb make him? And did not one fashion us in the womb?
10I said, In the noontide of my days I shall go into the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
11I said, I shall not see Jehovah, [even] Jehovah in the land of the living: I shall behold man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
17Because I was not cut off before the darkness, Neither did he cover the thick darkness from my face.
15Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
8The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more; Thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be.
3And dost thou open thine eyes upon such a one, And bringest me into judgment with thee?
11Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, That thou settest a watch over me?
20If I have sinned, what do I unto thee, O thou watcher of men? Why hast thou set me as a mark for thee, So that I am a burden to myself?
21And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust; And thou wilt seek me diligently, but I shall not be.
14Jehovah, why castest thou off my soul? Why hidest thou thy face from me?
18He will not suffer me to take my breath, But filleth me with bitterness.
6He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
19He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
24Wherefore hidest thou thy face, And holdest me for thine enemy?
29I shall be condemned; Why then do I labor in vain?
19Who is he that will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the ghost.
14Wherefore should I take my flesh in my teeth, And put my life in my hand?
1My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; Show me wherefore thou contendest with me.
47Oh remember how short my time is: For what vanity hast thou created all the children of men!
10Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
5No eye pitied thee, to do any of these things unto thee, to have compassion upon thee; but thou wast cast out in the open field, for that thy person was abhorred, in the day that thou wast born.
3Therefore now, O Jehovah, take, I beseech thee, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live.
13If I look for Sheol as my house; If I have spread my couch in the darkness;
10Woe is me, my mother, that thou hast borne me a man of strife and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have not lent, neither have men lent to me; [yet] every one of them doth curse me.