Job 7:11
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.
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.
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1 My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.
2 I will say to God, Do not put me down as a sinner; make clear to me what you have against me.
12 Am I a sea, or a sea-beast, that you put a watch over me?
13 When I say, In my bed I will have comfort, there I will get rest from my disease;
4 As for me, is my outcry against man? is it then to be wondered at if my spirit is troubled?
18 He would not let me take my breath, but I would be full of bitter grief.
15 What am I to say? seeing that it is he who has done it: all my time of sleeping I am turning from side to side without rest.
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.
19 Is any one able to take up the argument against me? If so, I would keep quiet and give up my breath.
24 In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.
19 How long will it be before your eyes are turned away from me, so that I may have a minute's breathing-space?
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?
21 And why do you not take away my sin, and let my wrongdoing be ended? for now I go down to the dust, and you will be searching for me with care, but I will be gone.
6 If I say what is in my mind, my pain becomes no less: and if I keep quiet, how much of it goes from me?
15 So that a hard death seems better to my soul than my pains.
16 I have no desire for life, I would not be living for ever! Keep away from me, for my days are as a breath.
4 Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
27 If I say, I will put my grief out of mind, I will let my face be sad no longer and I will be bright;
28 I go in fear of all my pains; I am certain that I will not be free from sin in your eyes.
7 Truly, I make an outcry against the violent man, but there is no answer: I give a cry for help, but no one takes up my cause.
13 Keep quiet, and let me say what is in my mind, whatever may come to me.
14 I will take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand.
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
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,
2 Even today my outcry is bitter; his hand is hard on my sorrow.
27 My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.
28 I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.
10 He will not come back to his house, and his place will have no more knowledge of him.
2 How long will you make my life bitter, crushing me with words?
16 But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
18 Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
20 Let me say what is in my mind, so that I may get comfort; let me give answer with open mouth.
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,
21 My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
2 I put all my sorrows before him; and made clear to him all my trouble.
25 Have I not been weeping for the crushed? and was not my soul sad for him who was in need?
7 There an upright man might put his cause before him; and I would be free for ever from my judge.
13 So that you are turning your spirit against God, and letting such words go out of your mouth?
6 I will keep it safe, and will not let it go: my heart has nothing to say against any part of my life.
17 My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
10 My 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.
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.
20 See, 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.
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.
10 Because it did not keep the doors of my mother's body shut, so that trouble might be veiled from my eyes.
20 How may he have knowledge of my desire for talk with him? or did any man ever say, May destruction come on me?
9 I will undergo the wrath of the Lord, because of my sin against him; till he takes up my cause and does what is right for me: when he makes me come out into the light, I will see his righteousness;
8 I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.
3 (For all my breath is still in me, and the spirit of God is my life;)
30 (For I did not let my mouth give way to sin, in putting a curse on his life;)