Job 3:10
Because it did not keep the doors of my mother's body shut, so that trouble might be veiled from my eyes.
Because it did not keep the doors of my mother's body shut, so that trouble might be veiled from my eyes.
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11 Why did death not take me when I came out of my mother's body, why did I not, when I came out, give up my last breath?
12 Why did the knees take me, or why the breasts that they might give me milk?
13 For then I might have gone to my rest in quiet, and in sleep have been in peace,
17 Because he did not put me to death before my birth took place: so my mother's body would have been my last resting-place, and she would have been with child for ever.
18 Why did I come from my mother's body to see pain and sorrow, so that my days might be wasted with shame?
18 Why then did you make me come out of my mother's body? It would have been better for me to have taken my last breath, and for no eye to have seen 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,
16 Or as a child dead at birth I might never have come into existence; like young children who have not seen the light.
9 Let its morning stars be dark; let it be looking for light, but may it not have any; let it not see the eyes of the dawn.
3 Let destruction take the day of my birth, and the night on which it was said, A man child has come into the world.
4 That day--let it be dark; let not God take note of it from on high, and let not the light be shining on it;
17 For I am overcome by the dark, and by the black night which is covering my face.
8 Or where were you when the sea came to birth, pushing out from its secret place;
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 But it was you who took care of me from the day of my birth: you gave me faith even from my mother's breasts.
10 I was in your hands even before my birth; you are my God from the time when I was in my mother's body.
14 A curse on the day of my birth: let there be no blessing on the day when my mother had me.
11 So I will not keep my mouth shut; I will let the words come from it in the pain of my spirit, my soul will make a bitter outcry.
15 Did not God make him as well as me? did he not give us life in our mothers' bodies?
16 If I kept back the desire of the poor; if the widow's eye was looking for help to no purpose;
23 To a man whose way is veiled, and who is shut in by God?
24 In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.
18 (For I was cared for by God as by a father from my earliest days; he was my guide from the body of my mother;)
13 If only you would keep me safe in the underworld, putting me in a secret place till your wrath is past, giving me a fixed time when I might come to your memory again!
3 For this cause I am full of bitter grief; pains like the pains of a woman in childbirth have come on me: I am bent down with sorrow at what comes to my ears; I am shocked by what I see.
13 The pains of a woman in childbirth will come on him: he is an unwise son, for at this time it is not right for him to keep his place when children come to birth.
3 For I was a son to my father, a gentle and an only one to my mother.
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.
8 Even when I send up a cry for help, he keeps my prayer shut out.
9 He has put up a wall of cut stones about my ways, he has made my roads twisted.
16 My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
25 Have I not been weeping for the crushed? and was not my soul sad for him who was in need?
10 Sorrow is mine, my mother, because you have given birth to me, a cause of fighting and argument in all the earth! I have not made men my creditors and I am not in debt to any, but every one of them is cursing me.
15 Where then is my hope? and who will see my desire?
6 You have been my support from the day of my birth; you took me out of my mother's body; my praise will be ever of you.
13 My flesh was made by you, and my parts joined together in my mother's body.
20 Why does he give light to him who is in trouble, and life to the bitter in soul;
15 My frame was not unseen by you when I was made secretly, and strangely formed in the lowest parts of the earth.
3 The nets of death were round me, and the pains of the underworld had me in their grip; I was full of trouble and sorrow.
13 If I am waiting for the underworld as my house, if I have made my bed in the dark;
8 My way is walled up by him so that I may not go by: he has made my roads dark.
17 Have the doors of death been open to you, or have the door-keepers of the dark ever seen you?
1 As for man, the son of woman, his days are short and full of trouble.
16 For these things I am weeping; my eye is streaming with water; because the comforter who might give me new life is far from me: my children are made waste, because the hater is strong.
13 I have no help in myself, and wisdom is completely gone from me.
27 My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.
18 Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
3 Is it on such a one as this that your eyes are fixed, with the purpose of judging him?