Job 6:13
Is it not so, that there is in me no helpe? and that strength is taken from me?
Is it not so, that there is in me no helpe? and that strength is taken from me?
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9 That is, that God would destroy me: that he would let his hand go, and cut me off.
10 Then should I yet haue comfort, (though I burne with sorowe, let him not spare) because I haue not denyed the wordes of the Holy one.
11 What power haue I that I should endure? or what is mine end, if I should prolong my life?
12 Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brasse?
14 He that is in miserie, ought to be comforted of his neighbour: but men haue forsaken the feare of the Almightie.
17 Thus my soule was farre off from peace: I forgate prosperitie,
18 And I saide, My strength & mine hope is perished from the Lord,
20 Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
6 Would he plead against me with his great power? No, but he would put strength in me.
2 Whom helpest thou? him that hath no power? sauest thou the arme that hath no strength?
6 Know nowe, that God hath ouerthrowen me, and hath compassed me with his net.
7 Beholde, I crie out of violence, but I haue none answere: I crie, but there is no iudgement.
13 He hath remooued my brethre farre from me, and also mine acquaintance were strangers vnto me.
4 Doe I direct my talke to man? If it were so, how should not my spirit be troubled?
14 Wherefore doe I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my soule in mine hande?
2 For whereto shoulde the strength of their handes haue serued mee, seeing age perished in them?
20 Whence then commeth wisedome? And where is the place of vnderstanding,
11 Be not farre from me, because trouble is neere: for there is none to helpe me.
4 And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
10 Mine heart panteth: my strength faileth me, and the light of mine eyes, euen they are not mine owne.
11 He hath stopped my wayes, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
11 My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
23 And deliuer me from the enemies hande, or ransome me out of the hand of tyrants?
15 Where is then now mine hope? or who shal consider the thing, that I hoped for?
13 They haue destroyed my paths: they tooke pleasure at my calamitie, they had none helpe.
19 If we speake of strength, behold, he is strog: if we speake of iudgement, who shall bring me in to pleade?
12 But where is wisdome found? and where is the place of vnderstanding?
12 Am I a sea or a whalefish, that thou keepest me in warde?
2 For thou art the God of my strength: why hast thou put me away? why goe I so mourning, when the enemie oppresseth me?
9 Hee hath spoyled mee of mine honour, and taken the crowne away from mine head.
13 With him is wisedome and strength: he hath counsell and vnderstanding.
13 Lest ye should say, We haue found wisedome: for God hath cast him downe, and no man.
3 For it woulde be nowe heauier then the sande of the sea: therefore my wordes are swallowed vp.
4 For the arrowes of the Almightie are in me, the venime whereof doeth drinke vp my spirit, and the terrours of God fight against me.
6 Though I speake, my sorow can not be asswaged: though I cease, what release haue I?
7 But now hee maketh mee wearie: O God, thou hast made all my congregation desolate,
13 From aboue hath hee sent fire into my bones, which preuaile against them: he hath spred a net for my feete, and turned me backe: hee hath made me desolate, and daily in heauinesse.
21 Haue pitie vpon me: haue pitie vpon me, (O yee my friendes) for the hande of God hath touched me.
4 I looked vpon my right hand, and beheld, but there was none that would knowe me: all refuge failed me, and none cared for my soule.
10 For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
19 He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like ashes and dust.
24 Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and takest me for thine enemie?
16 Turne thy face vnto mee, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and poore.
18 I would haue comforted my selfe against sorowe, but mine heart is heauie in me.
8 (40:3) Wilt thou disanul my iudgement? or wilt thou condemne me, that thou mayst be iustified?
6 Is not this thy feare, thy confidence, thy pacience, and the vprightnesse of thy wayes?
6 That thou inquirest of mine iniquitie, and searchest out my sinne?
20 My friends speake eloquently against me: but mine eye powreth out teares vnto God.
22 Let mine arme fal from my shoulder, & mine arme be broken from the bone.
19 Wil he regard thy riches? he regardeth not golde, nor all them that excel in strength.