Job 30:27
My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
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15 Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17 My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
18 By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
20 Behold, O LORD; for I am in distress: my bowels are troubled; mine heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death.
28 I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
19 My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
24 For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
25 For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.
26 I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came.
26 When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
6 I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
7 For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.
8 I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
21 Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
3 Therefore are my loins filled with pain: pangs have taken hold upon me, as the pangs of a woman that travaileth: I was bowed down at the hearing of it; I was dismayed at the seeing of it.
4 My heart panted, fearfulness affrighted me: the night of my pleasure hath he turned into fear unto me.
2 In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.
3 I remembered God, and was troubled: I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Selah.
13 His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
14 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
16 When I heard, my belly trembled; my lips quivered at the voice: rottenness entered into my bones, and I trembled in myself, that I might rest in the day of trouble: when he cometh up unto the people, he will invade them with his troops.
9 Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.
10 For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
4 My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
3 When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
13 From above hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them: he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: he hath made me desolate and faint all the day.
19 Remembering mine affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.
20 My soul hath them still in remembrance, and is humbled in me.
31 My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.
18 When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.
17 For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.
10 My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
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.
11 He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
11 Wherefore my bowels shall sound like an harp for Moab, and mine inward parts for Kirharesh.
1 I am the man that hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.
3 There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.
6 The sorrows of hell compassed me about; the snares of death prevented me;
14 For all the day long have I been plagued, and chastened every morning.
4 My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.
13 But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth: I humbled my soul with fasting; and my prayer returned into mine own bosom.
5 The sorrows of hell compassed me about: the snares of death prevented me.
17 The troubles of my heart are enlarged: O bring thou me out of my distresses.
5 He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall and travail.
16 For God maketh my heart soft, and the Almighty troubleth me:
15 But in mine adversity they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together: yea, the abjects gathered themselves together against me, and I knew it not; they did tear me, and ceased not:
3 My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?
3 The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.