Job 10:1
¶ My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
¶ My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
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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.
12[Am] I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
13When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
2I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest with me.
15What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done [it]: I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.
4As for me, [is] my complaint to man? and if [it were so], why should not my spirit be troubled?
18He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
9¶ Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, [yea], my soul and my belly.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
20[Are] not my days few? cease [then, and] let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
27If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and comfort [myself]:
28I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that thou wilt not hold me innocent.
16And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
2Even to day [is] my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
3For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
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.
19Who [is] he [that] will plead with me? for now, if I hold my tongue, I shall give up the ghost.
3For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.
2I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.
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.
1¶ My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves [are ready] for me.
13¶ Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, and let come on me what [will].
14Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in mine hand?
15Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him.
24For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
2[As] God liveth, [who] hath taken away my judgment; and the Almighty, [who] hath vexed my soul;
18[When] I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart [is] faint in me.
2How long shall I take counsel in my soul, [having] sorrow in my heart daily? how long shall mine enemy be exalted over me?
6¶ Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and [though] I forbear, what am I eased?
7But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
3Therefore now, O LORD, take, I beseech thee, my life from me; for [it is] better for me to die than to live.
3My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?
2How long will ye vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
17For I [am] ready to halt, and my sorrow [is] continually before 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.
2Attend unto me, and hear me: I mourn in my complaint, and make a noise;
20¶ Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter [in] soul;
19Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this [is] a grief, and I must bear it.
6I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
9I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
10Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
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!
22Let all their wickedness come before thee; and do unto them, as thou hast done unto me for all my transgressions: for my sighs [are] many, and my heart [is] faint.
3I remembered God, and was troubled: I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Selah.
11Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, [who is] the health of my countenance, and my God.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
4My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.