Job 17:2
Truly, those who make sport of me are round about me, and my eyes become dark because of their bitter laughing.
Truly, those who make sport of me are round about me, and my eyes become dark because of their bitter laughing.
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3 Be pleased, now, to be responsible for me to yourself; for there is no other who will put his hand in mine.
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
20 My friends make sport of me; to God my eyes are weeping,
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.
16 Like men of deceit they put me to shame; the voice of their wrath was loud against me.
17 I did not take my seat among the band of those who are glad, and I had no joy; I kept by myself because of your hand; for you have made me full of wrath.
18 Why is my pain unending and my wound without hope of being made well? Sorrow is mine, for you are to me as a stream offering false hope and as waters which are not certain.
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.
7 I am laughed at by all those who see me: pushing out their lips and shaking their heads they say,
7 My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me.
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;
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.
8 My haters say evil of me all day; those who are violent against me make use of my name as a curse.
3 Are your words of pride to make men keep quiet? and are you to make sport, with no one to put you to shame?
3 Let me say what is in my mind, and after that, go on making sport of me.
4 As for me, is my outcry against man? is it then to be wondered at if my spirit is troubled?
19 Do not let my haters be glad over me falsely; let not those who are against me without cause make sport of me.
12 Why is your heart uncontrolled, and why are your eyes lifted up;
3 Is it on such a one as this that your eyes are fixed, with the purpose of judging him?
14 I have become the sport of all the peoples; I am their song all the day.
19 How long will it be before your eyes are turned away from me, so that I may have a minute's breathing-space?
5 If you make yourselves great against me, using my punishment as an argument against me,
9 Will it be good for you to be searched out by him, or have you the thought that he may be guided into error like a man?
9 From the evil-doers who are violent to me, and from those who are round me, desiring my death.
15 See, they say to me, Where is the word of the Lord? let it come now.
17 That you would send new witnesses against me, increasing your wrath against me, and letting loose new armies on me.
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!
21 Their mouths were open wide against me, and they said, Aha, aha, our eyes have seen it.
16 My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
4 And he who is against me may not say, I have overcome him; and those who are troubling me may not be glad when I am moved.
3 Why do you make me see evil-doing, and why are my eyes fixed on wrong? for wasting and violent acts are before me: and there is fighting and bitter argument.
5 Whoever makes sport of the poor puts shame on his Maker; and he who is glad because of trouble will not go free from punishment.
1 But now those who are younger than I make sport of me; those whose fathers I would not have put with the dogs of my flocks.
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.
2 How long will you make my life bitter, crushing me with words?
3 Ten times now you have made sport of me; it gives you no sense of shame to do me wrong.
24 Why is your face veiled from me, as if I was numbered among your haters?
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.
19 Give thought to me, O Lord, and give ear to the voice of those who put forward a cause against me.
2 How long is my soul to be in doubt, with sorrow in my heart all the day? how long will he who is against me be given power over me?
26 So in the day of your trouble I will be laughing; I will make sport of your fear;
7 O Lord, you have been false to me, and I was tricked; you are stronger than I, and have overcome me: I have become a thing to be laughed at all the day, everyone makes sport of me.
16 Because of the voice of him who says sharp and bitter words; because of the hater and him who is the instrument of punishment.
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.
10 O God, how long will those who are against us say cruel things? will the hater go on looking down on your name for ever?
12 Am I a sea, or a sea-beast, that you put a watch over me?
3 Why do we seem as beasts in your eyes, and as completely without knowledge?
15 O Lord, you have knowledge: keep me in mind and come to my help, and give their right reward to those who are attacking me; take me not away, for you are slow to be angry: see how I have undergone shame because of you from all those who make little of your word;