Job 19:22
Why do ye persecute me as God doth and are not satisfied with my fleshe?
Why do ye persecute me as God doth and are not satisfied with my fleshe?
These verses are found using AI-powered semantic similarity based on meaning and context. Results may occasionally include unexpected connections.
26And though after my skinne the wormes destroy this body, yet shall I see God in my fleshe:
27Whom I my selfe shall see, and myne eyes shall beholde, and none other for me, though my raines are consumed within me.
28But ye saide, why is he persecuted? and there was a deepe matter in me.
20My bone cleaueth to my skinne and to my fleshe, onely there is left me the skinne about my teeth.
21Haue pitie vpon me, haue pitie vpon me, O ye my friendes, for the hande of God hath touched me.
1To the chiefe musition of the mornyng hinde, a psalme of Dauid. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so farre from my health, and from the wordes of my complaynt?
23O that my wordes were now written, O that they were put in a booke,
2How long wyll ye vexe my soule, and trouble me with wordes?
3Lo, ten times haue ye reproched me, and are not ashamed, but haue laughed me to scorne.
15My strength is dried vp like a potsheard, & my tongue cleaueth to my gummes: and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
16For dogges are come about me, the assemble of the wicked lay siege agaynst me: they haue pearced my handes and my feete, I may tell all my bones.
17I may tell all my bones. They stande staring & gasing vpon me:
2For thou art the Lord of my strength: why hast thou reiect me, and why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie.
19Why goest thou not fro me, nor lettest me alone, so long till I may swalowe downe my spyttle?
20I haue offended, what shall I do vnto the, O thou preseruer of men? Why hast thou set me as a marke against thee, so that I am a burden to my selfe?
26For they persecute hym whom thou hast smitten: and they talke of the griefe of them whom thou hast wounded.
24Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thyne enemie?
4My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
21Thou art become myne enemie, and with thy violent hande thou takest part against me.
11They say, the Lorde hath forsaken hym: do you persecute hym and take hym, for there is none to delyuer hym.
21They heare my mournyng, but there is none that wyll comfort me: All myne enemies haue hearde of my trouble, and are glad therof because thou hast done it: and thou hast brought foorth the time which thou calledst, when they also shal be lyke vnto me.
22Let all their wickednesse come before thee, and do thou to them as thou hast done vnto me for all my trespasses: for my sorowe is very great, and my heart is heauy.
9I wyll say vnto the Lorde of my strength: why hast thou forgotten me, why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie?
10It was as a sworde in my bones, when myne enemies dyd cast me in the teeth: in saying dayly vnto me, where is nowe thy Lorde?
31Dyd not the men of myne owne housholde say, Who shall let vs to haue our belly full of his fleshe?
84Howe many are the dayes of thy seruaunt? when wilt thou geue iudgement agaynst them that persecute me?
2For thyne arrowes sticke fast in me: and thy hande presseth me sore.
15O Lorde thou knowest, therfore remember me, and visite me, reuenge me of my persecutours: take me not from this life in the tyme of thine anger, thou knowest that for thy sake I suffer rebuke.
10Take thy plague away from me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hande.
9O that God would begin and smite me, that he would let his hand go and take me cleane away:
7And I fell vnto the earth, and hearde a voyce saying vnto me: Saul, Saul, why persecutest thou me:
4Is it for mans sake that I make this disputation? Which if it were so, shoulde not my spirite then be in sore trouble?
19But be not thou farre from me O God: thou art my strength, make haste to helpe me.
8And that thou hast filled me with wrinckles my fleshe is recorde, and my leanenesse ryseth vp against me and beareth witnes thereof in my face.
9His wrath hath torne me he hateth me, & gnasheth vpon me with his teeth: myne enemie loketh fiercely vpon me with his eyes.
10They haue opened their mouthes wide vpon me, and smitten me vpon the cheeke dispitefully, they gather the selues together against me.
13From aboue hath he sent downe a fire into my bones, and it burneth them cruelly: he hath layde a net for my feete, and throwen me wyde open, he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournyng.
13His archers compasse me rounde about, he woundeth my raines, and doth not spare, my bowels hath he powred vpon the grounde.
3Wherfore are we counted as beastes, and reputed so vyle in your sight?
14Wherefore do I beare my fleshe in my teeth, and put my soule in myne handes?
3My teares haue ben my meate day and nyght: whyle they dayly say vnto me where is nowe thy God.
3For the enemie hath persecuted my soule, he hath smitten my lyfe downe to the grounde: he hath layde me in darknesse as men that haue ben long dead.
5Through the noyse of my gronyng: my bones wyll scase cleaue to my fleshe.
18He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
43Thou hast couered vs in thy wrath, and persecuted vs: thou hast slayne vs without any fauour.
19Consider myne enemies, for they do multiplie: and they beare a tirannous hate against me.
3Deliuer me from the voyce of the enemie, and from the present affliction of the wicked: for they are minded to do me mischiefe, and are set malitiously against me.
18And he sayde: Wherefore doth my lorde thus persecute his seruaunt? for what haue I done? or what euyll is in myne hand?
11He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
2I will say vnto God: O do not condempne me, but shewe me wherefore thou contendest so with me?