Job 6:4
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up: The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up: The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
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12I was at ease, and he brake me asunder; Yea, he hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces: He hath also set me up for his mark.
13His archers compass me round about; He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.
14He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He runneth upon me like a giant.
2For thine arrows stick fast in me, And thy hand presseth me sore.
2Oh that my vexation were but weighed, And all my calamity laid in the balances!
3For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas: Therefore have my words been rash.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he hath made me desolate.
12He hath bent his bow, and set me as a mark for the arrow.
13He hath caused the shafts of his quiver to enter into my reins.
4My heart is sore pained within me: And the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
5Fearfulness and trembling are come upon me, And horror hath overwhelmed me.
4Sharp arrows of the mighty, With coals of juniper.
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.
16For God hath made my heart faint, And the Almighty hath terrified me;
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; My heart within me is desolate.
13From on high hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them; He hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: He hath made me desolate and faint all the day.
13Is it not that I have no help in me, And that wisdom is driven quite from me?
18He will not suffer me to take my breath, But filleth me with bitterness.
16Thy fierce wrath is gone over me; Thy terrors have cut me off.
14Wherefore should I take my flesh in my teeth, And put my life in my hand?
15Terrors are turned upon me; They chase mine honor as the wind; And my welfare is passed away as a cloud.
16And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
23For calamity from God is a terror to me, And by reason of his majesty I can do nothing.
4As for me, is my complaint to man? And why should I not be impatient?
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.
6Know now that God hath subverted me [in my cause], And hath compassed me with his net.
34Let him take his rod away from me, And let not his terror make me afraid:
6The cords of Sheol were round about me; The snares of death came upon me.
15He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath sated me with wormwood.
24For my sighing cometh before I eat, And my groanings are poured out like water.
25For the thing which I fear cometh upon me, And that which I am afraid of cometh unto me.
1My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
5He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall and travail.
6He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
1My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
11He hath also kindled his wrath against me, And he counteth me unto him as [one of] his adversaries.
23I will heap evils upon them; I will spend mine arrows upon them:
28The arrow cannot make him flee: Sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.
4The cords of death compassed me, And the floods of ungodliness made me afraid.
10Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
6Notwithstanding my right I am [accounted] a liar; My wound is incurable, [though I am] without transgression.
10As with a sword in my bones, mine adversaries reproach me, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
13He hath also prepared for him the instruments of death; He maketh his arrows fiery [shafts] .
24He shall flee from the iron weapon, And the bow of brass shall strike him through.
27My heart is troubled, and resteth not; Days of affliction are come upon me.
19He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
20Behold, O Jehovah; for I am in distress; my heart is troubled; My heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: Abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death.
11He putteth my feet in the stocks, He marketh all my paths.