Jeremiah 20:18
Why did I come from my mother's body to see pain and sorrow, so that my days might be wasted with shame?
Why did I come from my mother's body to see pain and sorrow, so that my days might be wasted with shame?
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17 Because he did not put me to death before my birth took place: so my mother's body would have been my last resting-place, and she would have been with child for ever.
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,
10 Because it did not keep the doors of my mother's body shut, so that trouble might be veiled from my eyes.
11 Why did death not take me when I came out of my mother's body, why did I not, when I came out, give up my last breath?
12 Why did the knees take me, or why the breasts that they might give me milk?
14 A curse on the day of my birth: let there be no blessing on the day when my mother had me.
15 A curse on the man who gave the news to my father, saying, You have a male child; making him very glad.
16 Or as a child dead at birth I might never have come into existence; like young children who have not seen the light.
3 Let destruction take the day of my birth, and the night on which it was said, A man child has come into the world.
1 As for man, the son of woman, his days are short and full of trouble.
5 Truly, I was formed in evil, and in sin did my mother give me birth.
9 But it was you who took care of me from the day of my birth: you gave me faith even from my mother's breasts.
10 I was in your hands even before my birth; you are my God from the time when I was in my mother's body.
18 (For I was cared for by God as by a father from my earliest days; he was my guide from the body of my mother;)
14 If I say to the earth, You are my father; and to the worm, My mother and my sister;
15 Where then is my hope? and who will see my desire?
15 And this again is a great evil, that in all points as he came so will he go; and what profit has he in working for the wind?
3 For this cause I am full of bitter grief; pains like the pains of a woman in childbirth have come on me: I am bent down with sorrow at what comes to my ears; I am shocked by what I see.
13 The pains of a woman in childbirth will come on him: he is an unwise son, for at this time it is not right for him to keep his place when children come to birth.
10 Sorrow is mine, my mother, because you have given birth to me, a cause of fighting and argument in all the earth! I have not made men my creditors and I am not in debt to any, but every one of them is cursing me.
21 With nothing I came out of my mother's body, and with nothing I will go back there; the Lord gave and the Lord has taken away; let the Lord's name be praised.
20 See, O Lord, for I am in trouble; the inmost parts of my body are deeply moved; my heart is turned in me; for I have been uncontrolled: outside the children are put to the sword, and in the house there is death.
16 My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
6 You have been my support from the day of my birth; you took me out of my mother's body; my praise will be ever of you.
5 No eye had pity on you to do any of these things to you or to be kind to you; but you were put out into the open country, because your life was hated at the time of your birth.
18 Even young children have no respect for me; when I get up their backs are turned on me.
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.
15 Did not God make him as well as me? did he not give us life in our mothers' bodies?
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.
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.
19 Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
17 My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
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!
24 In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.
17 As a woman with child, whose time is near, is troubled, crying out in her pain; so have we been before you, O Lord.
18 We have been with child, we have been in pain, we have given birth to wind; no salvation has come to the earth through us, and no children have come into the world.
29 You will not let me be clear of sin! why then do I take trouble for nothing?
6 I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
18 Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
47 See how short my time is; why have you made all men for no purpose?
6 But I am a worm and not a man; cursed by men, and looked down on by the people.
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
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.
15 My frame was not unseen by you when I was made secretly, and strangely formed in the lowest parts of the earth.
1 I am the man who has seen trouble by the rod of his wrath.
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.
11 Have I strength to go on waiting, or have I any end to be looking forward to?