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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19 All the men of my circle keep away from me; and those dear to me are turned against me.
20 My bones are joined to my skin, and I have got away with my flesh in my teeth.
22 Why are you cruel to me, like God, for ever saying evil against me?
20 My friends make sport of me; to God my eyes are weeping,
21 So that he may give decision for a man in his cause with God, and between a son of man and his neighbour.
10 No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
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.
16 Be turned to me, and have mercy on me; for I am troubled and have no helper.
13 I have no help in myself, and wisdom is completely gone from me.
14 He whose heart is shut against his friend has given up the fear of the Ruler of all.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
22 Let 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.
14 I will take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand.
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,
11 My lovers and my friends keep away from my disease; my relations keep far away.
13 He has taken my brothers far away from me; they have seen my fate and have become strange to me.
14 My relations and my near friends have given me up, and those living in my house have put me out of their minds.
21 You have become cruel to me; the strength of your hand is hard on me.
2 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled.
1 I am the man who has seen trouble by the rod of his wrath.
16 For God has made my heart feeble, and my mind is troubled before the Ruler of all.
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.
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.
4 As for me, is my outcry against man? is it then to be wondered at if my spirit is troubled?
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.
21 Take your hand far away from me; and let me not be overcome by fear of you.
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.
6 Be certain that it is God who has done me wrong, and has taken me in his net.
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.
11 By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
16 But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
11 His wrath is burning against me, and I am to him as one of his haters.
22 May my arm be pulled from my body, and be broken from its base.
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.
4 My heart is deeply wounded, and the fear of death has come on me.
3 Ten times now you have made sport of me; it gives you no sense of shame to do me wrong.
5 Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
7 My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
10 Give ear to me, O Lord, and have mercy on me: Lord, be my helper.
20 If 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?
15 I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
21 My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
19 Do not be far from me, O Lord: O my strength, come quickly to my help.