Job 6:7
My soul refuseth to touch [them] ; They are as loathsome food to me.
My soul refuseth to touch [them] ; They are as loathsome food to me.
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20So that his life abhorreth bread, And his soul dainty food.
21His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; And his bones that were not seen stick out.
6Can that which hath no savor be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
18Their soul abhorreth all manner of food; And they draw near unto the gates of death.
8Oh that I might have my request; And that God would grant [me] the thing that I long for!
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.
7The full soul loatheth a honeycomb; But to the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet.
14Then said I, Ah Lord Jehovah! behold, my soul hath not been polluted; for from my youth up even till now have I not eaten of that which dieth of itself, or is torn of beasts; neither came there abominable flesh into my mouth.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.
9For I have eaten ashes like bread, And mingled my drink with weeping,
4My heart is smitten like grass, and withered; For I forget to eat my bread.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my flesh.
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.
31If the men of my tent have not said, Who can find one that hath not been filled with his meat?
30Is there injustice on my tongue? Cannot my taste discern mischievous things?
11All her people sigh, they seek bread; They have given their pleasant things for food to refresh the soul: See, O Jehovah, and behold; for I am become abject.
25And another dieth in bitterness of soul, And never tasteth of good.
16And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the [pains] that gnaw me take no rest.
19Remember mine affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.
20My soul hath them still in remembrance, and is bowed down within me.
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.
24My knees are weak through fasting; And my flesh faileth of fatness.
1Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grape gleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat; my soul desireth the first-ripe fig.
3For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas: Therefore have my words been rash.
4For 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.
3My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
18Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me.
24For my sighing cometh before I eat, And my groanings are poured out like water.
27My heart is troubled, and resteth not; Days of affliction are come upon me.
6the soul that toucheth any such shall be unclean until the even, and shall not eat of the holy things, unless he bathe his flesh in water.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; My heart within me is desolate.
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
21For my soul was grieved, And I was pricked in my heart:
9Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah, for I am in distress: Mine eye wasteth away with grief, [yea], my soul and my body.
10For my life is spent with sorrow, And my years with sighing: My strength faileth because of mine iniquity, And my bones are wasted away.
15He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath sated me with wormwood.
16He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones; he hath covered me with ashes.
1My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
3My soul also is sore troubled: And thou, O Jehovah, how long?
22But his flesh upon him hath pain, And his soul within him mourneth.
6Wherefore I abhor [myself], And repent in dust and ashes.
15I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And have laid my horn in the dust.
7For my loins are filled with burning; And there is no soundness in my flesh.
6but now our soul is dried away; there is nothing at all save this manna to look upon.
8And I cut off the three shepherds in one month; for my soul was weary of them, and their soul also loathed me.
19I called for my lovers, [but] they deceived me: My priests and mine elders gave up the ghost in the city, While they sought them food to refresh their souls.
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.