Job 10:18
Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
These verses are found using AI-powered semantic similarity based on meaning and context. Results may occasionally include unexpected connections.
19 I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20 Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
21 Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;
10 Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.
11 Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
12 Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?
17 Because he slew me not from the womb; or that my mother might have been my grave, and her womb to be always great with me.
18 Wherefore came I forth out of the womb to see labour and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
16 Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.
13 O that thou wouldest hide me in the grave, that thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, that thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!
3 Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived.
14 Cursed be the day wherein I was born: let not the day wherein my mother bare me be blessed.
10 Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
8 Thine hands have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.
9 But thou art he that took me out of the womb: thou didst make me hope when I was upon my mother's breasts.
10 I was cast upon thee from the womb: thou art my God from my mother's belly.
9 Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
10 Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
11 What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thine indignation upon me; changes and war are against me.
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.
16 I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
15 Did not he that made me in the womb make him? and did not one fashion us in the womb?
10 I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
11 I said, I shall not see the LORD, even the LORD, in the land of the living: I shall behold man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
17 Because I was not cut off before the darkness, neither hath he covered the darkness from my face.
15 And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
8 The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.
3 And dost thou open thine eyes upon such an one, and bringest me into judgment with thee?
11 Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12 Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
20 I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?
21 And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.
14 LORD, why castest thou off my soul? why hidest thou thy face from me?
18 He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
6 He hath set me in dark places, as they that be dead of old.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
24 Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemy?
29 If I be wicked, why then labour I in vain?
19 Who is he that will plead with me? for now, if I hold my tongue, I shall give up the ghost.
14 Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in mine hand?
1 My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2 I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest with me.
47 Remember how short my time is: wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?
10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
5 None eye pitied thee, to do any of these unto thee, to have compassion upon thee; but thou wast cast out in the open field, to the lothing of thy person, in the day that thou wast born.
3 Therefore now, O LORD, take, I beseech thee, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live.
13 If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
10 Woe is me, my mother, that thou hast borne me a man of strife and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have neither lent on usury, nor men have lent to me on usury; yet every one of them doth curse me.