Job 30:19
Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
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16By him my teeth have been broken with crushed stones, and I am bent low in the dust.
17My soul is sent far away from peace, I have no more memory of good.
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;
20You give no answer to my cry, and take no note of my prayer.
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.
31Then you will have me pushed into the dust, so that I will seem disgusting to my very clothing.
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.
18With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
9I have had dust for bread and my drink has been mixed with weeping:
10Because of your passion and your wrath, for I have been lifted up and then made low by you.
11By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
6For this cause I give witness that what I said is false, and in sorrow I take my seat in the dust.
8My way is walled up by him so that I may not go by: he has made my roads dark.
9He has put off my glory from me, and taken the crown from my head.
10I am broken down by him on every side, and I am gone; my hope is uprooted like a tree.
11His wrath is burning against me, and I am to him as one of his haters.
6He has kept me in dark places, like those who have been long dead.
7He has put a wall round me, so that I am not able to go out; he has made great the weight of my chain.
4My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
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.
9O keep in mind that you made me out of earth; and will you send me back again to dust?
16But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
5My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
6Be certain that it is God who has done me wrong, and has taken me in his net.
3My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.
30My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.
53They have put an end to my life in the prison, stoning me with stones.
8And he took a broken bit of a pot, and, seated in the dust, was rubbing himself with the sharp edge of it.
28I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.
9What profit is there in my blood if I go down into the underworld? will the dust give you praise, or be a witness to your help?
22Lifting me up, you make me go on the wings of the wind; I am broken up by the storm.
1My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for 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.
10No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
18He would not let me take my breath, but I would be full of bitter grief.
6He has made me a word of shame to the peoples; I have become a mark for their sport.
7But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.
8It has come up as a witness against me, and the wasting of my flesh makes answer to my face.
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.
9He has put up a wall of cut stones about my ways, he has made my roads twisted.
6I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
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?
21Have pity on me, have pity on me, O my friends! for the hand of God is on me.
12I was in comfort, but I have been broken up by his hands; he has taken me by the neck, shaking me to bits; he has put me up as a mark for his arrows.
12I have gone from men's minds and memory like a dead man; I am like a broken vessel.
4I am numbered among those who go down into the earth; I have become like a man for whom there is no help:
29Let him put his mouth in the dust, if by chance there may be hope.