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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8It has come up as a witness against me, and the wasting of my flesh makes answer to my face.
9I 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;
11By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
4Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
6If I say what is in my mind, my pain becomes no less: and if I keep quiet, how much of it goes from me?
2Such things have frequently come to my ears: you are comforters who only give trouble.
16But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
3Truly against me his hand has been turned again and again all the day.
4My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
5He has put up a wall against me, shutting me in with bitter sorrow.
6He has kept me in dark places, like those who have been long dead.
7He has put a wall round me, so that I am not able to go out; he has made great the weight of my chain.
11God gives me over to the power of sinners, sending me violently into the hands of evil-doers.
12I 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.
13His bowmen come round about me; their arrows go through my body without mercy; my life is drained out on the earth.
14I am broken with wound after wound; he comes rushing on me like a man of war.
15I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
16My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
13From 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.
6He has made me a word of shame to the peoples; I have become a mark for their sport.
7My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
13He has taken my brothers far away from me; they have seen my fate and have become strange to me.
15He has made my life nothing but pain, he has given me the bitter root in full measure.
16By him my teeth have been broken with crushed stones, and I am bent low in the dust.
17My soul is sent far away from peace, I have no more memory of good.
3So I have for my heritage months of pain to no purpose, and nights of weariness are given to me.
15My 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.
19Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
12My 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.
13I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones.
16For God has made my heart feeble, and my mind is troubled before the Ruler of all.
21Give 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.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
16For 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.
2How long will you make my life bitter, crushing me with words?
10My 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.
7My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me.
23He has taken my strength from me in the way; he has made short my days.
1My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.
9He has put off my glory from me, and taken the crown from my head.
10I am broken down by him on every side, and I am gone; my hope is uprooted like a tree.
11His wrath is burning against me, and I am to him as one of his haters.
18He would not let me take my breath, but I would be full of bitter grief.
3For then its weight would be more than the sand of the seas: because of this my words have been uncontrolled.
8You 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.
13I have no help in myself, and wisdom is completely gone from me.
20Are 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,
1My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
18Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
15What 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.