Job 17:13
If I am waiting for the underworld as my house, if I have made my bed in the dark;
If I am waiting for the underworld as my house, if I have made my bed in the dark;
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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!
14 If death takes a man, will he come to life again? All the days of my trouble I would be waiting, till the time came for me to be free.
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?
16 Will they go down with me into the underworld? Will we go down together into the dust?
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
12 They are changing night into day; they say, The light is near the dark.
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.
6 He has kept me in dark places, like those who have been long dead.
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
11 If I say, Only let me be covered by the dark, and the light about me be night;
12 Even the dark is not dark to you; the night is as bright as the day: for dark and light are the same to you.
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,
21 Before I go to the place from which I will not come back, to the land where all is dark and black,
22 A land of thick dark, without order, where the very light is dark.
17 For I am overcome by the dark, and by the black night which is covering my face.
16 In the dark he makes holes in the walls of houses: in the daytime they are shutting themselves up, they have no knowledge of the light.
17 For the middle of the night is as morning to them, they are not troubled by the fear of the dark.
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.
3 So I have for my heritage months of pain to no purpose, and nights of weariness are given to me.
4 When I go to my bed, I say, When will it be time to get up? but the night is long, and I am turning from side to side till morning light.
4 That day--let it be dark; let not God take note of it from on high, and let not the light be shining on it;
5 Let the dark and the black night take it for themselves; let it be covered with a cloud; let the dark shades of day send fear on it.
13 When I say, In my bed I will have comfort, there I will get rest from my disease;
2 By him I have been made to go in the dark where there is no light.
6 You have put me in the lowest deep, even in dark places.
8 If I go up to heaven, you are there: or if I make my bed in the underworld, you are there.
8 My way is walled up by him so that I may not go by: he has made my roads dark.
26 For I was looking for good, and evil came; I was waiting for light, and it became dark.
21 And why do you not take away my sin, and let my wrongdoing be ended? for now I go down to the dust, and you will be searching for me with care, but I will be gone.
7 My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
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.
3 For my soul is full of evils, and my life has come near to the underworld.
6 The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes.
19 Which is the way to the resting-place of the light, and where is the store-house of the dark;
9 Let its morning stars be dark; let it be looking for light, but may it not have any; let it not see the eyes of the dawn.
6 The light is dark in his tent, and the light shining over him is put out.
5 The cords of hell were round me: the nets of death came on me.
21 To those whose desire is for death, but it comes not; who are searching for it more than for secret wealth;
23 For I am certain that you will send me back to death, and to the meeting-place ordered for all living.
3 The nets of death were round me, and the pains of the underworld had me in their grip; I was full of trouble and sorrow.
16 My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
15 So that a hard death seems better to my soul than my pains.
17 The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.
16 Or as a child dead at birth I might never have come into existence; like young children who have not seen the light.
6 The cords of hell were round me: the nets of death came on me.