Job 6:8
O that I might haue my desire, and that God woulde graunt me the thing that I long for:
O that I might haue my desire, and that God woulde graunt me the thing that I long for:
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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?
35 O that I had one which woulde heare me: beholde my signe in the whiche the almightie shal aunswere for me, though he that is my contrarie partie hath written a booke against me.
36 Yet will I take it vpon my shoulder, & as a garlande binde it about my head.
3 O that I might know him, and finde him, and that I might come before his seate:
4 I woulde pleade my cause before hym, and fill my mouth with argumentes:
5 I woulde knowe what aunswere he woulde geue me, and vnderstande what he woulde say vnto me.
6 Will he pleade against me with his great power? No, but he will make me the stronger.
7 There the righteous might dispute with him, so shoulde I be deliuered for euer from my iudge.
23 O that my wordes were now written, O that they were put in a booke,
2 O that my complaynt were truely wayed, and my punishment layde in the balaunces together:
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.
7 The thinges that sometime I might not away withel, are nowe my meate for very sorowe.
9 Lorde thou knowest all my desire: and my gronyng is not hyd from thee.
21 O that a body might pleate with God, as one man doth with an other:
18 I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
13 O that thou wouldest hide me in the graue, & keepe me secret vntyl thy wrath were past, and to appoynt me a time wherein thou mightest remember me.
8 But I woulde aske counsell at the Lorde, and talke with God?
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,
2 O that I were as I was in the monethes by past, and in the daies when God preserued me:
7 Two thinges haue I required of thee, denie me them not before I dye:
6 And I sayde, O that I had wynges like a doue: for then woulde I flee away, and be at rest.
15 That my soule wisheth rather to perishe and die, then my bones to remayne.
16 I can see no remedy, I shall liue no more: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
5 But O that God woulde speake, and open his lippes against thee:
36 O father, let Iob be well tryed, because he hath aunswered for wicked men:
13 Oh spare me a litle, that I may recouer my strength: before I go hence, and be no more seene.
22 Let 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.
6 For all my wordes my sorowe wyll not ceasse: And though I holde my tongue, what am I eased?
21 Haue pitie vpon me, haue pitie vpon me, O ye my friendes, for the hande of God hath touched me.
3 And nowe O Lorde, take I beseche thee my lyfe from me: for it is better for me to dye, then to lyue.
13 Is it not so that there is in me no helpe? & that my substaunce is taken from me?
5 I wishe that my wayes were directed: for to kepe thy statutes.
3 Neuerthelesse, I talke with the almightie, and my desire is to commune with God.
24 For my sighes come before I eate, and my roringes are powred out like the water:
8 Neuerthelesse, when thou dydst turne thy face, I was troubled: then I cryed vnto thee O God, then made I my humble prayers to thee my Lorde.
1 O who wyll geue my head water inough, and a wel of teares for mine eyes, that I may weepe night and day for the slaughter of my people?
22 Then let myne arme fall fro my shoulder, and myne arme holes be broken from the bone.
8 Though I crye and call pitiously, yet heareth he not my prayer.
2 Haue mercy on me O God, for I am weake: O God heale me, for my bones be very sore.
3 My soule also is greatly troubled: but O God howe long shall I be in this case?
18 Wherfore hast thou brought me out of the wombe? O that I had perished, and that no eye had seene me,
1 My breath is corrupt, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes doore.
20 My soule faynteth: for the very feruent desire that it hath alwaye vnto thy iudgementes.
6 I call vpon thee O God, for thou wilt heare me: incline thine eare to me, hearken vnto my wordes.
17 Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght.
19 He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like asshes and dust.
9 Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.