Job 16:20
My friends make sport of me; to God my eyes are weeping,
My friends make sport of me; to God my eyes are weeping,
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21 So that he may give decision for a man in his cause with God, and between a son of man and his neighbour.
15 I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
16 My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
19 Even now my witness is in heaven, and the supporter of my cause is on high.
18 Even young children have no respect for me; when I get up their backs are turned on me.
19 All the men of my circle keep away from me; and those dear to me are turned against me.
20 My bones are joined to my skin, and I have got away with my flesh in my teeth.
21 Have pity on me, have pity on me, O my friends! for the hand of God is on me.
16 For these things I am weeping; my eye is streaming with water; because the comforter who might give me new life is far from me: my children are made waste, because the hater is strong.
7 My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me.
2 Truly, those who make sport of me are round about me, and my eyes become dark because of their bitter laughing.
6 He has made me a word of shame to the peoples; I have become a mark for their sport.
7 My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they keep saying to me, Where is your God?
20 My heart is broken by bitter words, I am full of grief; I made a search for some to have pity on me, but there was no one; I had no comforter.
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;
10 Their mouths are open wide against me; the blows of his bitter words are falling on my face; all of them come together in a mass against me.
14 My behaviour was as if it had been my friend or my brother: I was bent low in grief like one whose mother is dead.
15 But they took pleasure in my trouble, and came together, yes, low persons came together against me without my knowledge; they never came to an end of wounding me.
3 I am tired with my crying; my throat is burning: my eyes are wasted with waiting for my God.
7 I am laughed at by all those who see me: pushing out their lips and shaking their heads they say,
24 In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.
10 My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
11 My lovers and my friends keep away from my disease; my relations keep far away.
16 Be turned to me, and have mercy on me; for I am troubled and have no helper.
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.
8 My haters say evil of me all day; those who are violent against me make use of my name as a curse.
11 Because of all those who are against me, I have become a word of shame to my neighbours; a cause of shaking the head and a fear to my friends: those who saw me in the street went in flight from me.
49 My eyes are streaming without stopping, they have no rest,
13 He has taken my brothers far away from me; they have seen my fate and have become strange to me.
14 My relations and my near friends have given me up, and those living in my house have put me out of their minds.
10 For numbers of them say evil secretly in my hearing (there is fear on every side): they say, Come, let us give witness against him; all my nearest friends, who are watching for my fall, say, It may be that he will be taken by deceit, and we will get the better of him and give him punishment.
51 The Lord is unkind to my soul, more than all the daughters of my town.
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.
7 Truly, I make an outcry against the violent man, but there is no answer: I give a cry for help, but no one takes up my cause.
13 I have no help in myself, and wisdom is completely gone from me.
14 He whose heart is shut against his friend has given up the fear of the Ruler of all.
12 Let my prayer come to your ears, O Lord, and give attention to my cry, make an answer to my weeping: for my time here is short before you, and in a little time I will be gone, like all my fathers.
16 But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
19 Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
10 The cruel words of my haters are like a crushing of my bones; when they say to me every day, Where is your God?
17 My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
9 My eyes are wasting away because of my trouble: Lord, my cry has gone up to you every day, my hands are stretched out to you.
4 It seems that I am to be as one who is a cause of laughing to his neighbour, one who makes his prayer to God and is answered! the upright man who has done no wrong is to be made sport of!
1 If only my head was a stream of waters and my eyes fountains of weeping, so that I might go on weeping day and night for the dead of the daughter of my people!
25 Have I not been weeping for the crushed? and was not my soul sad for him who was in need?
14 I have become the sport of all the peoples; I am their song all the day.
8 Even when I send up a cry for help, he keeps my prayer shut out.
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,