Isaiah 38:10
I said, In the quiet of my days I am going down into the underworld: the rest of my years are being taken away from me.
I said, In the quiet of my days I am going down into the underworld: the rest of my years are being taken away from me.
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11 I said, I will not see the Lord, even the Lord in the land of the living: I will not see man again or those living in the world.
12 My resting-place is pulled up and taken away from me like a herdsman's tent: my life is rolled up like a linen-worker's thread; I am cut off from the cloth on the frame: from day even to night you give me up to pain.
13 I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones.
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
23 He has taken my strength from me in the way; he has made short my days.
24 I will say, O my God, take me not away before my time; your years go on through all generations:
15 What am I to say? seeing that it is he who has done it: all my time of sleeping I am turning from side to side without rest.
10 My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.
18 Why then did you make me come out of my mother's body? It would have been better for me to have taken my last breath, and for no eye to have seen me,
19 And for me to have been as if I had not been; to have been taken from my mother's body straight to my last resting-place.
20 Are not the days of my life small in number? Let your eyes be turned away from me, so that I may have a little pleasure,
21 Before I go to the place from which I will not come back, to the land where all is dark and black,
3 For my soul is full of evils, and my life has come near to the underworld.
4 I am numbered among those who go down into the earth; I have become like a man for whom there is no help:
5 My soul is among the dead, like those in the underworld, to whom you give no more thought; for they are cut off from your care.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
22 For in a short time I will take the journey from which I will not come back.
13 Let your wrath be turned away from me, so that I may be comforted, before I go away from here, and become nothing.
10 My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
13 If I am waiting for the underworld as my house, if I have made my bed in the dark;
11 My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.
13 If only you would keep me safe in the underworld, putting me in a secret place till your wrath is past, giving me a fixed time when I might come to your memory again!
14 If death takes a man, will he come to life again? All the days of my trouble I would be waiting, till the time came for me to be free.
17 My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
16 I have no desire for life, I would not be living for ever! Keep away from me, for my days are as a breath.
9 The writing of Hezekiah, king of Judah, after he had been ill, and had got better from his disease.
4 Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am.
4 For you have put me down into the deep, into the heart of the sea; and the river was round about me; all your waves and your rolling waters went over me.
17 Have the doors of death been open to you, or have the door-keepers of the dark ever seen you?
23 For I am certain that you will send me back to death, and to the meeting-place ordered for all living.
3 The nets of death were round me, and the pains of the underworld had me in their grip; I was full of trouble and sorrow.
47 See how short my time is; why have you made all men for no purpose?
48 What man now living will not see death? will he be able to keep back his soul from the underworld? (Selah.)
6 My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.
8 The eye of him who sees me will see me no longer: your eyes will be looking for me, but I will be gone.
22 And as for me, I said in my fear, I am cut off from before your eyes; but you gave ear to the voice of my prayer, when my cry went up to you.
18 And I said, My strength is cut off, and my hope from the Lord.
22 And his soul comes near to the underworld, and his life to the angels of death.
6 I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
15 My throat is dry like a broken vessel; my tongue is fixed to the roof of my mouth, and the dust of death is on my lips.
6 The cords of hell were round me: the nets of death came on me.
5 The cords of hell were round me: the nets of death came on me.
6 He has kept me in dark places, like those who have been long dead.
18 The hand of Jah has been hard on me; but he has not given me up to death.
1 My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.
1 In those days Hezekiah was ill and near death. And Isaiah the prophet, the son of Amoz, came to him, and said to him, The Lord says, Put your house in order; for your death is near.
18 Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
2 Of what use is the strength of their hands to me? all force is gone from them.
16 The heat of your wrath has gone over me; I am broken by your cruel punishments.
7 My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.