Job 19:10
I am broken down by him on every side, and I am gone; my hope is uprooted like a tree.
I am broken down by him on every side, and I am gone; my hope is uprooted like a tree.
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8 My way is walled up by him so that I may not go by: he has made my roads dark.
9 He has put off my glory from me, and taken the crown from my head.
11 By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
11 His wrath is burning against me, and I am to him as one of his haters.
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.
18 And I said, My strength is cut off, and my hope from the Lord.
7 By him my vine is made waste and my fig-tree broken: he has taken all its fruit and sent it down to the earth; its branches are made white.
19 But I was like a gentle lamb taken to be put to death; I had no thought that they were designing evil against me, saying, Come and let us make trouble his food, cutting him off from the land of the living, so that there may be no more memory of his name.
19 Sorrow is mine for I am wounded! my wound may not be made well; and I said, Cruel is my disease, I may not be free from it.
20 My tent is pulled down and all my cords are broken: my children have gone from me, and they are not: no longer is there anyone to give help in stretching out my tent and hanging up my curtains.
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 Where then is my hope? and who will see my desire?
6 Be certain that it is God who has done me wrong, and has taken me in his net.
13 He has taken my brothers far away from me; they have seen my fate and have become strange to me.
19 Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
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.
16 Under the earth his roots are dry, and over it his branch is cut off.
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.
11 I have given him up into the hands of a strong one of the nations; he will certainly give him the reward of his sin, driving him out.
12 And men from strange lands, who are to be feared among the nations, after cutting him off, have let him be: on the mountains and in all the valleys his branches have come down; his arms are broken by all the waterways of the land; all the peoples of the earth have gone from his shade, and have let him be.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
4 Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
9 He has put up a wall of cut stones about my ways, he has made my roads twisted.
6 My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.
9 If only he would be pleased to put an end to me; and would let loose his hand, so that I might be cut off!
11 My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.
7 But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.
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.
9 His sneezings give out flames, and his eyes are like the eyes of the dawn.
10 No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
19 The stones are crushed small by the force of the waters; the dust of the earth is washed away by their overflowing: and so you put an end to the hope of man.
23 For the fear of God kept me back, and because of his power I might not do such things.
40 All his walls are broken down; you have given his strong towers to destruction.
12 I have gone from men's minds and memory like a dead man; I am like a broken vessel.
23 I am gone like the shade when it is stretched out: I am forced out of my place like a locust.
13 I have no help in myself, and wisdom is completely gone from 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,
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.
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;
19 All the men of my circle keep away from me; and those dear to me are turned against me.
7 For there is hope of a tree; if it is cut down, it will come to life again, and its branches will not come to an end.
17 For I would be crushed by his storm, my wounds would be increased without cause.