Job 16:6
For all my wordes my sorowe wyll not ceasse: And though I holde my tongue, what am I eased?
For all my wordes my sorowe wyll not ceasse: And though I holde my tongue, what am I eased?
These verses are found using AI-powered semantic similarity based on meaning and context. Results may occasionally include unexpected connections.
2I haue oft times heard such thinges: miserable geuers of comfort are ye all the sort of you.
3Shall not vaine wordes come yet to an ende? Or what maketh thee bolde so to aunswere?
4I coulde speake as ye do also: but would God that your soule were in my soules steade, then could I frame wordes for you, and shake my head at you:
5I shoulde comfort you with my mouth, & releasse your paine with the talking of my lippes.
8O that I might haue my desire, and that God woulde graunt me the thing that I long for:
9O that God would begin and smite me, that he would let his hand go and take me cleane away:
10Then shoulde I haue some comfort, yea I woulde desire him in my payne that he would not spare, for I wil not be against the wordes of the holy one.
11For what powre haue I to endure? And what is myne end, that my soule might be patient?
7But now that God hath sent me aduersitie, thou hast troubled al my congregation.
11Therfore I wil not spare my mouth, but I will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my mynde.
27If I say, I will forget my complayning, I will ceasse from my wrath, and comfort my selfe:
18I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
19What is he that wyll go to lawe with me? if I now holde my tongue I dye.
20Are not my dayes fewe? Let him then leaue of fro me, and let me a lone, that I may comfort my selfe a litle,
4Is it for mans sake that I make this disputation? Which if it were so, shoulde not my spirite then be in sore trouble?
15What shall I say? The Lorde hath made a promise to me, yea and he hym selfe hath perfourmed it: I shall therefore so long as I lyue remember this bitternesse of my lyfe.
2I became dumbe through scilence, I helde my peace from speakyng of good wordes: but the more was my sorowe increased.
1My soule is cut of though I lyue, I wil powre out my coplaynte against my selfe, and will speake out of the very heauinesse of my soule.
13Is it not so that there is in me no helpe? & that my substaunce is taken from me?
2O that my complaynt were truely wayed, and my punishment layde in the balaunces together:
3For nowe it woulde be heauier then the sande of the sea: and this is the cause, that my wordes fayle me.
15I haue sowed a sackecloth vpon my skinne, and wallowed my head in the dust.
16My face is withered with weeping, & in mine eyes is the shadowe of death.
2Though my talke be this day in bitternesse, and my plague greater then my groning.
13Holde your tongues for my sake, that I also may speake, and my sorowe shalbe the lesse.
17Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght.
6I am weerie of my groning: I washe my bed euery nyght, and I water my coutche with my teares.
16Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
18He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
24For my sighes come before I eate, and my roringes are powred out like the water:
3For whyle I helde my tongue: my bones consumed away through my dayly roaring.
10For my life is wasted with sorow, and mine eares with mourning: my strength fayleth me because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are putrified.
19Alas howe am I hurt? alas howe paynefull are my scourges vnto me? for I consider this sorowe by my selfe, and I must suffer it.
3Insomuch as thou thoughtest thus when thou wast wrytyng wo is me, the Lorde hath geuen me payne for my trauayle, I haue weeried my selfe with sighing, and haue founde no rest:
2How long wyll ye vexe my soule, and trouble me with wordes?
20Therfore will I speake, that I may haue a bent: I will open my lippes, and make aunswere.
8I am feeble and sore smitten: I haue rored for the very disquietnesse of my heart.
16I called my seruaunt, and he gaue me no aunswere: no though I prayed him with my mouth.
4And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
13When I say, My bed shal comfort me, I shall haue some refreshing by talking to my selfe vpon my couch:
17He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
16Therfore do I weepe, and mine eyes gushe out of water: for the comfort that shoulde quicken me is farre fro me, my children are driuen away: for why? the enemie hath gotten the vpper hande.
15If I shoulde say that I woulde iudge after this sort: lo then I shoulde condempne the generation of thy children.
16Therfore I considered howe I might vnderstande this: but it was to paynefull in myne eyes.
2If we assay to come with thee, wilt thou be discontent? But who can withhold him selfe from speaking?
6I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.
15Lo, though he slay me, yet wyl I trust in him: but I wyll reproue myne owne wayes in his sight.
3My soule also is greatly troubled: but O God howe long shall I be in this case?
18Shall my heauinesse endure for euer? Are my plagues then so great that they may neuer be healed? Wylt thou be as one that is false, and as a water that falleth, and can not continue?
27My bowels seethe in me without rest, for the dayes of my trouble are come vpon me.