Job 6:12
Is my strength the strength of stones? Is my flesh made of bronze?
Is my strength the strength of stones? Is my flesh made of bronze?
Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?
Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh made of brass?
Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?
Is my strength{H3581} the strength{H3581} of stones?{H68} Or is my flesh{H1320} of brass?{H5153}
Is my strength{H3581} the strength{H3581} of stones{H68}? or is my flesh{H1320} of brass{H5153}?
Is my strength the strength of stones? Or, is my flesh made of brasse?
Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brasse?
Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my fleshe of brasse?
[Is] my strength the strength of stones? or [is] my flesh of brass?
Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
Is my strength the strength of stones? Is my flesh brazen?
Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
Is my strength the strength of stones, or is my flesh brass?
Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
Is my strength like that of stones? or is my flesh made of bronze?
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10 It would still be my comfort— I would even exult in the midst of unrelenting pain— for I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
11 What is my strength, that I should hope? What is my end, that I should prolong my life?
13 Indeed, there is no help in me, and ability has been driven from me.
18 His bones are like tubes of bronze; his limbs are like rods of iron.
4 He has worn away my flesh and my skin; He has broken my bones.
10 Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am in distress. My eyes grow weak with sorrow, as do my soul and my body.
15 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax; it melts within me.
2 Even the strength of their hands is useless to me; their vigor has perished.
14 Why should I take my flesh in my teeth and put my life in my hands?
19 If it is a matter of strength, He is mighty! And if it is a matter of justice, who can summon Him?
8 Would you indeed annul My justice? Would you condemn Me that you may be justified?
9 Do you have an arm like God's, and can your voice thunder like His?
18 So I say, 'My strength is gone, and so is my hope from the LORD.'
6 Would he contend with me in his great power? No, he would instead give me strength.
26 My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
2 Iron is taken from the ground, and copper is smelted from ore.
12 Can iron break iron from the north, or bronze?
5 Are Your days like the days of a human? Are Your years like those of a strong man?
6 Do You search for my iniquity and investigate my sin?
10 O Lord, all my desires are before you, and my sighing is not hidden from you.
19 Will your cry for help set things in order in distress, or will your exertions of strength suffice?
4 Is my complaint directed to a man? Why then should my spirit not be impatient?
15 then where is my hope? And who can see any hope for me?
18 With great force my garment is disfigured; it binds me like the collar of my tunic.
19 He has cast me into the mud, and I am reduced to dust and ashes.
22 then let my shoulder fall from its socket, and let my arm be broken off at the joint.
12 Am I the sea, or a sea monster, that you put me under guard?
5 My heart is afflicted and withered like grass, for I forget to eat my food.
20 Are not my days few? Leave me alone, so I may have a moment of relief.
17 What is mankind that you make so much of them, that you give them so much attention,
23 when peoples and kingdoms gather together to serve the LORD.
18 My grief is beyond healing; my heart is faint within me.
1 My spirit is broken, my days have faded away, and the grave is ready for me.
4 My heart grew hot within me; as I meditated, the fire burned. Then I spoke with my tongue:
24 If I have made gold my trust or called fine gold my security,
12 Why were there knees to receive me, or breasts that I should nurse?
6 Isn't your fear of God your confidence, and the integrity of your ways your hope?
2 LORD, do not rebuke me in Your anger, nor discipline me in Your wrath.
2 For You are the God of my refuge; why have You rejected me? Why must I go about mourning under the oppression of my enemy?
3 Lord, what is man that You care for him, or a son of man that You think of him?
2 How have you helped the powerless and saved the arm without strength?
3 For now, it is heavier than the sands of the seas; that is why my words are impulsive.
23 He makes the deep boil like a pot; he stirs up the sea like a boiling ointment.
11 You clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
5 My body is clothed with worms and scabs; my skin cracks and festers.
8 For my loins are filled with burning, and there is no health in my body.
13 From on high he sent fire; it burns in my bones. He spread a net for my feet and turned me back. He made me desolate, faint all the day long.
3 Do not hide your face from me in the day of my distress; incline your ear to me; on the day I call, answer me quickly.
9 To You, O LORD, I call; to the Lord I plead for mercy: