Job 3:10
Because it shut not up the doors of my [mother's] womb, Nor hid trouble from mine eyes.
Because it shut not up the doors of my [mother's] womb, Nor hid trouble from mine eyes.
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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?
13For now should I have lain down and been quiet; I should have slept; then had I been at rest,
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?
18Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me.
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,
16Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, As infants that never saw light.
9Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark: Let it look for light, but have none; Neither let it behold the eyelids of the morning:
3Let the day perish wherein I was born, And the night which said, There is a man-child conceived.
4Let that day be darkness; Let not God from above seek for it, Neither let the light shine upon it.
17Because I was not cut off before the darkness, Neither did he cover the thick darkness from my face.
8Or [who] shut up the sea with doors, When it brake forth, [as if] it had issued out of the womb;
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.
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.
14Cursed be the day wherein I was born: let not the day wherein my mother bare me be blessed.
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.
15Did not he that made me in the womb make him? And did not one fashion us in the womb?
16If I have withheld the poor from [their] desire, Or have caused the eyes of the widow to fail,
23[ Why is light given] to a man whose way is hid, And whom God hath hedged in?
24For my sighing cometh before I eat, And my groanings are poured out like water.
18(Nay, from my youth he grew up with me as with a father, And her have I guided from my mother's womb);
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!
3Therefore are my loins filled with anguish; pangs have taken hold upon me, as the pangs of a woman in travail: I am pained so that I cannot hear; I am dismayed so that I cannot see.
13The sorrows of a travailing woman shall come upon him: he is an unwise son; for it is time he should not tarry in the place of the breaking forth of children.
3For I was a son unto my father, Tender and only beloved in the sight of my mother.
6He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
7He hath walled me about, that I cannot go forth; he hath made my chain heavy.
8Yea, when I cry, and call for help, he shutteth out my prayer.
9He hath walled up my ways with hewn stone; he hath made my paths crooked.
16My face is red with weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
25Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?
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.
15Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
6By thee have I been holden up from the womb; Thou art he that took me out of my mother's bowels: My praise shall be continually of thee.
13For thou didst form my inward parts: Thou didst cover me in my mother's womb.
20Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, And life unto the bitter in soul;
15My frame was not hidden from thee, When I was made in secret, [And] curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
3The cords of death compassed me, And the pains of Sheol gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.
13If I look for Sheol as my house; If I have spread my couch in the darkness;
8He hath walled up my way that I cannot pass, And hath set darkness in my paths.
17Have the gates of death been revealed unto thee? Or hast thou seen the gates of the shadow of death?
1Man, that is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.
16For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water; Because the comforter that should refresh my soul is far from me: My children are desolate, because the enemy hath prevailed.
13Is it not that I have no help in me, And that wisdom is driven quite from me?
27My heart is troubled, and resteth not; Days of affliction are come upon me.
18Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me.
3And dost thou open thine eyes upon such a one, And bringest me into judgment with thee?