Job 23:2
Even to day [is] my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
Even to day [is] my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
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1 ¶ Then Job answered and said,
1 ¶ But Job answered and said,
2 Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
3 Oh that I knew where I might find him! [that] I might come [even] to his seat!
1 ¶ My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
4 As for me, [is] my complaint to man? and if [it were so], why should not my spirit be troubled?
2 And Job spake, and said,
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.
1 ¶ I [am] the man [that] hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.
24 For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
6 I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
19 Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this [is] a grief, and I must bear it.
12 ¶ [Is it] nothing to you, all ye that pass by? behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow, which is done unto me, wherewith the LORD hath afflicted [me] in the day of his fierce anger.
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.
1 ¶ Moreover Job continued his parable, and said,
2 [As] God liveth, [who] hath taken away my judgment; and the Almighty, [who] hath vexed my soul;
1 ¶ Then Job answered and said,
2 How long will ye vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
21 They have heard that I sigh: [there is] none to comfort me: all mine enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that thou hast done [it]: thou wilt bring the day [that] thou hast called, and they shall be like unto me.
22 Let 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.
14 For all the day long have I been plagued, and chastened every morning.
17 For I [am] ready to halt, and my sorrow [is] continually before me.
21 ¶ Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
19 ¶ He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, and the multitude of his bones with strong [pain]:
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.
15 What 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.
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.
3 Surely against me is he turned; he turneth his hand [against me] all the day.
6 ¶ Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and [though] I forbear, what am I eased?
2 I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.
18 He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
18 [When] I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart [is] faint in me.
6 Should I lie against my right? my wound [is] incurable without transgression.
39 Wherefore doth a living man complain, a man for the punishment of his sins?
23 ¶ He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
7 There the righteous might dispute with him; so should I be delivered for ever from my judge.
10 [As] with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where [is] thy God?
2 For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore.
1 ¶ But Job answered and said,
2 I have heard many such things: miserable comforters [are] ye all.
38 If my land cry against me, or that the furrows likewise thereof complain;
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
5 He hath builded against me, and compassed [me] with gall and travail.
3 Thou didst say, Woe is me now! for the LORD hath added grief to my sorrow; I fainted in my sighing, and I find no rest.
10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
35 They 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.
27 If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and comfort [myself]: