Isaiah 38:13
I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones.
I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones.
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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.
16 But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
17 The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.
3 Truly against me his hand has been turned again and again all the day.
4 My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
10 He is like a bear waiting for me, like a lion in secret places.
11 By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
13 I saw their mouths wide open, like lions crying after food.
14 I am flowing away like water, and all my bones are out of place: my heart is like wax, it has become soft in my body.
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.
13 From on high he has sent fire into my bones, and it has overcome them: his net is stretched out for my feet, I am turned back by him; he has made me waste and feeble all the day.
3 When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day.
12 I was in comfort, but I have been broken up by his hands; he has taken me by the neck, shaking me to bits; he has put me up as a mark for his arrows.
13 His bowmen come round about me; their arrows go through my body without mercy; my life is drained out on the earth.
14 I am broken with wound after wound; he comes rushing on me like a man of war.
14 I make cries like a bird; I give out sounds of grief like a dove: my eyes are looking up with desire; O Lord, I am crushed, take up my cause.
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.
8 I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.
2 So that he may not come rushing on my soul like a lion, wounding it, while there is no one to be my saviour.
4 When I go to my bed, I say, When will it be time to get up? but the night is long, and I am turning from side to side till morning light.
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.
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.
17 In the evening and in the morning and in the middle of the day I will make my prayer with sounds of grief; and my voice will come to his ears.
40 This was my condition, wasted by heat in the day and by the bitter cold at night; and sleep went from my eyes.
3 The evil man has gone after my soul; my life is crushed down to the earth: he has put me in the dark, like those who have long been dead.
4 Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
2 How long is my soul to be in doubt, with sorrow in my heart all the day? how long will he who is against me be given power over me?
19 But I was like a gentle lamb taken to be put to death; I had no thought that they were designing evil against me, saying, Come and let us make trouble his food, cutting him off from the land of the living, so that there may be no more memory of his name.
17 I am able to see all my bones; their looks are fixed on me:
7 But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.
8 It has come up as a witness against me, and the wasting of my flesh makes answer to my face.
9 I am broken by his wrath, and his hate has gone after me; he has made his teeth sharp against me: my haters are looking on me with cruel eyes;
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
14 I will take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand.
15 Truly, he will put an end to me; I have no hope; but I will not give way in argument before him;
5 Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
17 Lord, how long will you be looking on? take my soul from their destruction, my life from the lions.
14 For I have been troubled all the day; every morning have I undergone punishment.
11 My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.
28 Though a man comes to nothing like a bit of dead wood, or like a robe which has become food for the worm.
6 I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
13 Let your wrath be turned away from me, so that I may be comforted, before I go away from here, and become nothing.
19 Pain is sent on him as a punishment, while he is on his bed; there is no end to the trouble in his bones;
2 O my God, I make my cry in the day, and you give no answer; and in the night, and have no rest.
13 If I am waiting for the underworld as my house, if I have made my bed in the dark;
10 My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
23 He has taken my strength from me in the way; he has made short my days.
4 My soul is among lions; I am stretched out among those who are on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and whose tongue is a sharp sword.
10 No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
16 By him my teeth have been broken with crushed stones, and I am bent low in the dust.