Job 9:17
For he breaketh me with a tempest, and multiplieth my wounds without cause.
For he breaketh me with a tempest, and multiplieth my wounds without cause.
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18He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
19If I speak of strength, lo, he is strong: and if of judgment, who shall set me a time to plead?
12I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.
13His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
14He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.
15I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
3Surely against me is he turned; he turneth his hand against me all the day.
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
5He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall and travail.
2How long will ye vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
3These ten times have ye reproached me: ye are not ashamed that ye make yourselves strange to me.
15He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath made me drunken with wormwood.
16He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones, he hath covered me with ashes.
17And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace: I forgat prosperity.
16If I had called, and he had answered me; yet would I not believe that he had hearkened unto my voice.
18For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole.
19Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
22Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my substance.
9He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
17Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thine indignation upon me; changes and war are against me.
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!
9He hath inclosed my ways with hewn stone, he hath made my paths crooked.
6Know now that God hath overthrown me, and hath compassed me with his net.
7Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry aloud, but there is no judgment.
8He hath fenced up my way that I cannot pass, and he hath set darkness in my paths.
9He hath stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.
10He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree.
11He hath also kindled his wrath against me, and he counteth me unto him as one of his enemies.
18Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuseth to be healed? wilt thou be altogether unto me as a liar, and as waters that fail?
6Should I lie against my right? my wound is incurable without transgression.
19He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
13From 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.
10Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
7But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
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.
9Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
10Then 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.
14They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
10Behold, he findeth occasions against me, he counteth me for his enemy,
11He putteth my feet in the stocks, he marketh all my paths.
19He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, and the multitude of his bones with strong pain:
8I would hasten my escape from the windy storm and tempest.
11Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me.
35They have stricken me, shalt thou say, and I was not sick; they have beaten me, and I felt it not: when shall I awake? I will seek it yet again.
14Behold, he breaketh down, and it cannot be built again: he shutteth up a man, and there can be no opening.
6He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.
16For God maketh my heart soft, and the Almighty troubleth me:
17Because I was not cut off before the darkness, neither hath he covered the darkness from my face.
20Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: and I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none.