Job 9:18
He would not let me take my breath, but I would be full of bitter grief.
He would not let me take my breath, but I would be full of bitter grief.
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17For I would be crushed by his storm, my wounds would be increased without cause.
15He has made my life nothing but pain, he has given me the bitter root in full measure.
16By him my teeth have been broken with crushed stones, and I am bent low in the dust.
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.
1My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.
1My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for 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.
13His bowmen come round about me; their arrows go through my body without mercy; my life is drained out on the earth.
14I am broken with wound after wound; he comes rushing on me like a man of war.
4My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
5He has put up a wall against me, shutting me in with bitter sorrow.
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.
19If it is a question of strength, he says, Here I am! and if it is a question of a cause at law, he says, Who will give me a fixed day?
19Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like 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.
3(For all my breath is still in me, and the spirit of God is my life;)
19How long will it be before your eyes are turned away from me, so that I may have a minute's breathing-space?
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.
2How long will you make my life bitter, crushing me with words?
22Lifting me up, you make me go on the wings of the wind; I am broken up by the storm.
15What 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.
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.
11By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
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.
9I am broken by his wrath, and his hate has gone after me; he has made his teeth sharp against me: my haters are looking on me with cruel eyes;
19Is any one able to take up the argument against me? If so, I would keep quiet and give up my breath.
19Keep in mind my trouble and my wandering, the bitter root and the poison.
15So that a hard death seems better to my soul than my pains.
24In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.
9He has put up a wall of cut stones about my ways, he has made my roads twisted.
4As for me, is my outcry against man? is it then to be wondered at if my spirit is troubled?
18Why 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,
4For the arrows of the Ruler of all are present with me, and their poison goes deep into my spirit: his army of fears is put in order against me.
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.
18Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
9If only he would be pleased to put an end to me; and would let loose his hand, so that I might be cut off!
10So 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.
16But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
20Are 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,
10No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
28I go in fear of all my pains; I am certain that I will not be free from sin in your eyes.
2Even today my outcry is bitter; his hand is hard on my sorrow.
18The hand of Jah has been hard on me; but he has not given me up to death.
11His wrath is burning against me, and I am to him as one of his haters.
19Pain is sent on him as a punishment, while he is on his bed; there is no end to the trouble in his bones;
20Why does he give light to him who is in trouble, and life to the bitter in soul;