Job 19:20
My bones are joined to my skin, and I have got away with my flesh in my teeth.
My bones are joined to my skin, and I have got away with my flesh in my teeth.
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5 Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
21 Have pity on me, have pity on me, O my friends! for the hand of God is on me.
22 Why are you cruel to me, like God, for ever saying evil against me?
18 Even young children have no respect for me; when I get up their backs are turned on me.
19 All the men of my circle keep away from me; and those dear to me are turned against me.
4 My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
13 I saw their mouths wide open, like lions crying after food.
14 I am flowing away like water, and all my bones are out of place: my heart is like wax, it has become soft in my body.
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.
16 Dogs have come round me: I am shut in by the band of evil-doers; they made wounds in my hands and feet.
17 I am able to see all my bones; their looks are fixed on me:
14 I will take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand.
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.
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.
30 My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.
21 His flesh is so wasted away, that it may not be seen, and his bones. ...
11 By you I was clothed with skin and flesh, and joined together with bones and muscles.
7 Come to me, Lord; keep me safe, O my God; for you have given all my haters blows on their face-bones; the teeth of the evil-doers have been broken by you.
16 But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
17 The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.
18 With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
19 Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
5 My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
26 And ... without my flesh I will see God;
27 Whom I will see on my side, and not as one strange to me. My heart is broken with desire.
22 May my arm be pulled from my body, and be broken from its base.
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.
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.
11 Because of all those who are against me, I have become a word of shame to my neighbours; a cause of shaking the head and a fear to my friends: those who saw me in the street went in flight from me.
20 My friends make sport of me; to God my eyes are weeping,
17 By me the great teeth of the evil-doer were broken, and I made him give up what he had violently taken away.
11 By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
19 Do not be far from me, O Lord: O my strength, come quickly to my help.
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.
11 My lovers and my friends keep away from my disease; my relations keep far away.
10 No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
19 Pain is sent on him as a punishment, while he is on his bed; there is no end to the trouble in his bones;
13 He has taken my brothers far away from me; they have seen my fate and have become strange to me.
23 After him his way is shining, so that the deep seems white.
10 So I would still have comfort, and I would have joy in the pains of death, for I have not been false to the words of the Holy One.
7 Our bones are broken up at the mouth of the underworld, as the earth is broken by the plough.
3 My flesh is wasted because of your wrath; and there is no peace in my bones because of my sin.
13 His bowmen come round about me; their arrows go through my body without mercy; my life is drained out on the earth.
10 The cruel words of my haters are like a crushing of my bones; when they say to me every day, Where is your God?
9 He has put off my glory from me, and taken the crown from my head.
13 I have no help in myself, and wisdom is completely gone from me.