Job 3:11
Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
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12Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?
13For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
18Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
19I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
9Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day:
10Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.
17Because 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.
18Wherefore came I forth out of the womb to see labour and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
16Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.
2And Job spake, and said,
3Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived.
14Cursed be the day wherein I was born: let not the day wherein my mother bare me be blessed.
14What then shall I do when God riseth up? and when he visiteth, what shall I answer him?
15Did not he that made me in the womb make him? and did not one fashion us in the womb?
16If I have withheld the poor from their desire, or have caused the eyes of the widow to fail;
9But thou art he that took me out of the womb: thou didst make me hope when I was upon my mother's breasts.
10I was cast upon thee from the womb: thou art my God from my mother's belly.
6By thee have I been holden up from the womb: thou art he that took me out of my mother's bowels: my praise shall be continually of thee.
15So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.
16I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
13O 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!
5Behold, I was shapen in iniquity; and in sin did my mother conceive me.
11Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
21And when I rose in the morning to give my child suck, behold, it was dead: but when I had considered it in the morning, behold, it was not my son, which I did bear.
1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
10I 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.
11I 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.
21And said, Naked came I out of my mother's womb, and naked shall I return thither: the LORD gave, and the LORD hath taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD.
3The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.
15My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
3Therefore now, O LORD, take, I beseech thee, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live.
13For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother's womb.
21And 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.
1Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble.
11What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?
14Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in mine hand?
5None 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.
18(For from my youth he was brought up with me, as with a father, and I have guided her from my mother's womb;)
3If a man beget an hundred children, and live many years, so that the days of his years be many, and his soul be not filled with good, and also that he have no burial; I say, that an untimely birth is better than he.
23Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?
15And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
12Let her not be as one dead, of whom the flesh is half consumed when he cometh out of his mother's womb.
22And he said, While the child was yet alive, I fasted and wept: for I said, Who can tell whether GOD will be gracious to me, that the child may live?
19And this woman's child died in the night; because she overlaid it.
8Or who shut up the sea with doors, when it brake forth, as if it had issued out of the womb?
47Remember how short my time is: wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?
29If I be wicked, why then labour I in vain?