Job 19:21
Have pity on me, have pity on me, O my friends! for the hand of God is on me.
Have pity on me, have pity on me, O my friends! for the hand of God is on me.
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19All the men of my circle keep away from me; and those dear to me are turned against me.
20My bones are joined to my skin, and I have got away with my flesh in my teeth.
22Why are you cruel to me, like God, for ever saying evil against me?
20My friends make sport of me; to God my eyes are weeping,
21So that he may give decision for a man in his cause with God, and between a son of man and his neighbour.
10No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
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.
16Be turned to me, and have mercy on me; for I am troubled and have no helper.
13I have no help in myself, and wisdom is completely gone from me.
14He whose heart is shut against his friend has given up the fear of the Ruler of all.
18With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
19Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
9If only he would be pleased to put an end to me; and would let loose his hand, so that I might be cut off!
10So 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.
9Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body.
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.
22Let all their evil-doing come before you; do to them as you have done to me for all my sins: for loud is the sound of my grief, and the strength of my heart is gone.
14I will take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand.
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,
11My lovers and my friends keep away from my disease; my relations keep far away.
13He has taken my brothers far away from me; they have seen my fate and have become strange to me.
14My relations and my near friends have given me up, and those living in my house have put me out of their minds.
21You have become cruel to me; the strength of your hand is hard on me.
2Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled.
1I am the man who has seen trouble by the rod of his wrath.
16For God has made my heart feeble, and my mind is troubled before the Ruler of all.
19Sorrow 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.
10Their 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.
4As for me, is my outcry against man? is it then to be wondered at if my spirit is troubled?
20My 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.
21Take your hand far away from me; and let me not be overcome by fear of you.
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.
6Be certain that it is God who has done me wrong, and has taken me in his net.
15But 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.
11By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
16But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
11His wrath is burning against me, and I am to him as one of his haters.
22May my arm be pulled from my body, and be broken from its base.
26And ... without my flesh I will see God;
27Whom I will see on my side, and not as one strange to me. My heart is broken with desire.
4My heart is deeply wounded, and the fear of death has come on me.
3Ten times now you have made sport of me; it gives you no sense of shame to do me wrong.
5Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
7My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
10Give ear to me, O Lord, and have mercy on me: Lord, be my helper.
20If I have done wrong, what have I done to you, O keeper of men? why have you made me a mark for your blows, so that I am a weariness to myself?
15I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
21My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
19Do not be far from me, O Lord: O my strength, come quickly to my help.