Job 16:7
But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.
But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.
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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 By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
4 Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
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?
2 Such things have frequently come to my ears: you are comforters who only give trouble.
16 But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
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.
5 He has put up a wall against me, shutting me in with bitter sorrow.
6 He has kept me in dark places, like those who have been long dead.
7 He has put a wall round me, so that I am not able to go out; he has made great the weight of my chain.
11 God gives me over to the power of sinners, sending me violently into the hands of evil-doers.
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.
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;
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.
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.
13 He has taken my brothers far away from me; they have seen my fate and have become strange to me.
15 He has made my life nothing but pain, he has given me the bitter root in full measure.
16 By him my teeth have been broken with crushed stones, and I am bent low in the dust.
17 My soul is sent far away from peace, I have no more memory of good.
3 So I have for my heritage months of pain to no purpose, and nights of weariness are given to me.
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.
19 Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
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.
16 For God has made my heart feeble, and my mind is troubled before the Ruler of all.
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.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
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.
2 How long will you make my life bitter, crushing me with words?
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.
7 My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me.
23 He has taken my strength from me in the way; he has made short my days.
1 My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.
9 He has put off my glory from me, and taken the crown from my head.
10 I am broken down by him on every side, and I am gone; my hope is uprooted like a tree.
11 His wrath is burning against me, and I am to him as one of his haters.
18 He would not let me take my breath, but I would be full of bitter grief.
3 For then its weight would be more than the sand of the seas: because of this my words have been uncontrolled.
8 You have sent my friends far away from me; you have made me a disgusting thing in their eyes: I am shut up, and not able to come out.
13 I have no help in myself, and wisdom is completely gone from me.
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,
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
18 Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
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.