Job 3:24
In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.
In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.
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25For I have a fear and it comes on me, and my heart is greatly troubled.
3My tears have been my food day and night, while they keep saying to me, Where is your God?
11So 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.
12Am I a sea, or a sea-beast, that you put a watch over me?
8I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.
9Lord, all my desire is before you; my sorrow is not kept secret from you.
10My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
20See, O Lord, for I am in trouble; the inmost parts of my body are deeply moved; my heart is turned in me; for I have been uncontrolled: outside the children are put to the sword, and in the house there is death.
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.
2My feet are deep in the soft earth, where there is no support; I have come into deep waters, the waves are flowing over me.
3I am tired with my crying; my throat is burning: my eyes are wasted with waiting for my God.
9I have had dust for bread and my drink has been mixed with weeping:
9Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body.
10My 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.
6The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes.
17My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
16But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
3For then its weight would be more than the sand of the seas: because of this my words have been uncontrolled.
3When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day.
4For the weight of your hand was on me day and night; my body became dry like the earth in summer. (Selah.)
13I saw their mouths wide open, like lions crying after food.
14I 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.
15My 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.
2I put all my sorrows before him; and made clear to him all my trouble.
3For 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.
4Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
2Even today my outcry is bitter; his hand is hard on my sorrow.
27My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.
28I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.
20My friends make sport of me; to God my eyes are weeping,
4My heart is broken; it has become dry and dead like grass, so that I give no thought to food.
5Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
1My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.
4As for me, is my outcry against man? is it then to be wondered at if my spirit is troubled?
7Deep is sounding to deep at the noise of your waterfalls; all your waves have gone rolling over me.
16My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
1My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
6I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
18He would not let me take my breath, but I would be full of bitter grief.
4My heart is deeply wounded, and the fear of death has come on me.
16By him my teeth have been broken with crushed stones, and I am bent low in the dust.
16For 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.
18Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
21My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
14As through a wide broken place in the wall they come on, I am overturned by the shock of their attack.
49My eyes are streaming without stopping, they have no rest,
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.
8Even when I send up a cry for help, he keeps my prayer shut out.
23To a man whose way is veiled, and who is shut in by God?