Job 6:8
Oh that I might have my request; And that God would grant [me] the thing that I long for!
Oh that I might have my request; And that God would grant [me] the thing that I long for!
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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?
35Oh that I had one to hear me! (Lo, here is my signature, let the Almighty answer me); And [that I had] the indictment which mine adversary hath written!
36Surely I would carry it upon my shoulder; I would bind it unto me as a crown:
3Oh that I knew where I might find him! That I might come even to his seat!
4I would set my cause in order before him, And fill my mouth with arguments.
5I would know the words which he would answer me, And understand what he would say unto me.
6Would he contend with me in the greatness of his power? Nay; but he would give heed unto me.
7There the upright might reason with him; So should I be delivered for ever from my judge.
23Oh that my words were now written! Oh that they were inscribed in a book!
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.
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.
7My soul refuseth to touch [them] ; They are as loathsome food to me.
9Lord, all my desire is before thee; And my groaning is not hid from thee.
21That he would maintain the right of a man with God, And of a son of man with his neighbor!
18Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me.
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!
8But as for me, I would seek unto God, And unto God would I commit my cause;
20Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
2Oh that I were as in the months of old, As in the days when God watched over me;
7Two things have I asked of thee; Deny me [them] not before I die:
6And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! Then would I fly away, and be at rest.
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.
5But oh that God would speak, And open his lips against thee,
36Would that Job were tried unto the end, Because of his answering like wicked men.
13Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go hence, and be no more.
22Let all their wickedness come before thee; And do unto them, as thou hast done unto me for all my transgressions: For my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.
6Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged; And though I forbear, what am I eased?
21Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; For the hand of God hath touched me.
3Therefore now, O Jehovah, take, I beseech thee, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live.
13Is it not that I have no help in me, And that wisdom is driven quite from me?
5Oh that my ways were established To observe thy statutes!
3Surely I would speak to the Almighty, And I desire to reason with God.
24For my sighing cometh before I eat, And my groanings are poured out like water.
8I cried to thee, O Jehovah; And unto Jehovah I made supplication:
1Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!
22Then let my shoulder fall from the shoulder-blade, And mine arm be broken from the bone.
8Yea, when I cry, and call for help, he shutteth out my prayer.
2Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah; for I am withered away: O Jehovah, heal me; for my bones are troubled.
3My soul also is sore troubled: And thou, O Jehovah, how long?
18Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me.
1My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
20My soul breaketh for the longing That it hath unto thine ordinances at all times.
6I have called upon thee, for thou wilt answer me, O God: Incline thine ear unto me, [and] hear my speech.
17For I am ready to fall, And my sorrow is continually before me.
19He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
9Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah, for I am in distress: Mine eye wasteth away with grief, [yea], my soul and my body.