Job 6:13
Is it not so that there is in me no helpe? & that my substaunce is taken from me?
Is it not so that there is in me no helpe? & that my substaunce is taken from me?
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9 O that God would begin and smite me, that he would let his hand go and take me cleane away:
10 Then 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.
11 For what powre haue I to endure? And what is myne end, that my soule might be patient?
12 Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my fleshe of brasse?
14 He that is in tribulation, ought to be comforted of his neyghbour: but the feare of the almightie is cleane away.
17 He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
18 I thought in my selfe, I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the Lorde.
20 Are not my dayes fewe? Let him then leaue of fro me, and let me a lone, that I may comfort my selfe a litle,
6 Will he pleade against me with his great power? No, but he will make me the stronger.
2 Who hast thou helped? Him that is without strength? sauest thou the arme that hath no strength?
6 Know this then, that it is God which hath ouerthrowe me, and hath compassed me with his net.
7 If I complaine of the violence that is done vnto me, I cannot be heard: and if I crye, there is no sentence geuen with me.
13 He hath put my brethren farre away from me, and myne acquaintaunce are also become straungers vnto me.
4 Is it for mans sake that I make this disputation? Which if it were so, shoulde not my spirite then be in sore trouble?
14 Wherefore do I beare my fleshe in my teeth, and put my soule in myne handes?
2 For wherto might the strength of their handes haue serued me? for the time was but lost among them.
20 Whence then commeth wysdome? and where is the place of vnderstanding?
11 O go not far fro me, for trouble is harde at hande: and there is none to helpe me.
4 And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
10 My heart panteth, my strength hath fayled me: and the lyght of myne eyes is gone from me.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
11 My dayes are past, and my counsailes and thoughtes of my heart are vanished away,
23 To deliuer me from the enemies hand, or to saue me from the hande of the tyrauntes?
15 Where is then now my hope? or who hath considered the thing that I loke for?
13 My pathes haue they cleane marred, it was so easye for them to do me harme, that they needed no man to help them.
19 If men will speake of strength, lo he is strong: if men will speake of iudgement, who shall bring me in to pleade?
12 Where then is wysdome founde? and where is the place of vnderstanding?
12 Am I a sea or a whale fish, that thou kepest me so in prison?
2 For thou art the Lord of my strength: why hast thou reiect me, and why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie.
9 He hath spoyled me of myne honour, and taken the crowne away from my head.
13 Yea, with God is wysdome and strength, it is he that hath counsell and foreknowledge.
13 Lest ye should say: We haue found out wisdome, God shall cast hym downe, and no man.
3 For nowe it woulde be heauier then the sande of the sea: and this is the cause, that my wordes fayle me.
4 For the arrowes of the almightie are vpon me, the poyson therof hath drunke vp my spirite, and the terrible feares of God are set against me.
6 For all my wordes my sorowe wyll not ceasse: And though I holde my tongue, what am I eased?
7 But now that God hath sent me aduersitie, thou hast troubled al my congregation.
13 From 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.
21 Haue pitie vpon me, haue pitie vpon me, O ye my friendes, for the hande of God hath touched me.
4 When I loked vpon my ryght hande and sawe rounde about me there was no man that woulde knowe me: I had no place to flee vnto, and no man cared for my soule.
10 For my life is wasted with sorow, and mine eares with mourning: my strength fayleth me because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are putrified.
19 He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like asshes and dust.
24 Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thyne enemie?
16 Turne thy face vnto me, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and in miserie.
18 I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
8 Wylt thou disanul my iudgement? or wylt thou condempne me, that thou mayst be righteous?
6 Was not thy feare according to thy hope? and the perfectnesse of thy wayes according to thy expectation?
6 That thou makest such inquisition for my wickednes, and searchest out my sinne?
20 My friendes geue me many wordes to scorne, and myne eye powreth out teares vnto God.
22 Then let myne arme fall fro my shoulder, and myne arme holes be broken from the bone.
19 Thinkest thou that he wyll regarde thy riches? he shall not care for golde, nor for all them that excell in strength.