Job 30:16
But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
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14As through a wide broken place in the wall they come on, I am overturned by the shock of their attack.
15Fears have come on me; my hope is gone like the wind, and my well-being like a cloud.
17The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.
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.
27My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.
3The evil man has gone after my soul; my life is crushed down to the earth: he has put me in the dark, like those who have long been dead.
4Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
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.
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.
4My heart is deeply wounded, and the fear of death has come on me.
3For my soul is full of evils, and my life has come near to the underworld.
13His bowmen come round about me; their arrows go through my body without mercy; my life is drained out on the earth.
3The nets of death were round me, and the pains of the underworld had me in their grip; I was full of trouble and sorrow.
1My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.
3My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long?
15I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
16My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
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.
20My soul still keeps the memory of them; and is bent down in me.
7But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.
1My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for 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.
24In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.
25For I have a fear and it comes on me, and my heart is greatly troubled.
16Be turned to me, and have mercy on me; for I am troubled and have no helper.
17The troubles of my heart are increased: O take me out of my sorrows.
6I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
7For my body is full of burning; all my flesh is unhealthy.
8I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.
2In the day of my trouble, my heart was turned to the Lord: my hand was stretched out in the night without resting; my soul would not be comforted.
5Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
4My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
31And my music has been turned to sorrow, and the sound of my pipe into the noise of weeping.
18And I said, My strength is cut off, and my hope from the Lord.
2I put all my sorrows before him; and made clear to him all my trouble.
3When my spirit is overcome, your eyes are on my goings; nets have been secretly placed in the way in which I go.
11For he has made loose the cord of my bow, and put me to shame; he has sent down my flag to the earth before me.
16The heat of your wrath has gone over me; I am broken by your cruel punishments.
11By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
28My soul is wasted with sorrow; give me strength again in keeping with your word
10My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
7My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
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.
17My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
6The cords of hell were round me: the nets of death came on me.
21My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief: