Job 3:24
For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
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25 For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.
3 My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where [is] thy God?
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.
12 [Am] I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
8 I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
9 Lord, all my desire [is] before thee; and my groaning is not hid from thee.
10 My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
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.
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.
2 I sink in deep mire, where [there is] no standing: I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.
3 I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
9 For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping,
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.
6 I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
17 For I [am] ready to halt, and my sorrow [is] continually before me.
16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
3 When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
4 For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.
13 They gaped upon me [with] their mouths, [as] a ravening and a roaring lion.
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.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
2 I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.
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 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
2 Even to day [is] my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
27 My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
28 I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, [and] I cried in the congregation.
20 My friends scorn me: [but] mine eye poureth out [tears] unto God.
4 My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
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?
7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
16 My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids [is] the shadow of death;
1 ¶ My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves [are ready] for me.
6 I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
18 He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
4 My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
16 He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones, he hath covered me with ashes.
16 For these [things] I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed.
18 [When] I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart [is] faint in me.
21 ¶ Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
14 They came [upon me] as a wide breaking in [of waters]: in the desolation they rolled themselves [upon me].
49 Mine eye trickleth down, and ceaseth not, without any intermission,
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.
8 Also when I cry and shout, he shutteth out my prayer.
23 [Why is light given] to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?