Isaiah 38:15
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.
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.
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1 My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.
11 So I will not keep my mouth shut; I will let the words come from it in the pain of my spirit, my soul will make a bitter outcry.
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.
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.
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.
16 O Lord, for this cause I am waiting for you, give rest to my spirit: make me well again, and let me come back to life.
17 See, in place of peace my soul had bitter sorrow. but you have kept back my soul from the underworld; for you have put all my sins out of your memory.
6 I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
17 My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
18 I will make clear my wrongdoing, with sorrow in my heart for my sin.
9 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body.
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 Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
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.
12 Come to me, all you who go by! Keep your eyes on me, and see if there is any pain like the pain of my wound, which the Lord has sent on me in the day of his burning wrath.
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.
8 I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.
2 I made no sound, I said no word, even of good; and I was moved with sorrow.
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;
19 Sorrow is mine for I am wounded! my wound may not be made well; and I said, Cruel is my disease, I may not be free from it.
21 Give ear to the voice of my grief; I have no comforter; all my haters have news of my troubles, they are glad because you have done it: let the day of fate come when they will be like me.
22 Let all their evil-doing come before you; do to them as you have done to me for all my sins: for loud is the sound of my grief, and the strength of my heart is gone.
14 For I have been troubled all the day; every morning have I undergone punishment.
15 If I would make clear what it is like, I would say, You are false to the generation of your children.
19 Is any one able to take up the argument against me? If so, I would keep quiet and give up my breath.
18 He would not let me take my breath, but I would be full of bitter grief.
1 I am the man who has seen trouble by the rod of his wrath.
2 By him I have been made to go in the dark where there is no light.
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?
20 If I have done wrong, what have I done to you, O keeper of men? why have you made me a mark for your blows, so that I am a weariness to myself?
27 If I say, I will put my grief out of mind, I will let my face be sad no longer and I will be bright;
21 My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
7 My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
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,
6 If I say what is in my mind, my pain becomes no less: and if I keep quiet, how much of it goes from me?
10 So I would still have comfort, and I would have joy in the pains of death, for I have not been false to the words of the Holy One.
16 But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
15 I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
3 When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day.
11 By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
10 No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
15 So that a hard death seems better to my soul than my pains.
15 He has made my life nothing but pain, he has given me the bitter root in full measure.
3 You said, Sorrow is mine! for the Lord has given me sorrow in addition to my pain; I am tired with the sound of my sorrow, and I get no rest.
4 My heart is deeply wounded, and the fear of death has come on me.
20 My soul still keeps the memory of them; and is bent down in me.