Job 30:16
And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
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14 They came [upon me] as a wide breaking in [of waters]: in the desolation they rolled themselves [upon me].
15 ¶ Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
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.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
27 My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
3 For 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.
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
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.
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 For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.
13 His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
3 The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.
1 ¶ My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
3 My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
16 My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids [is] the shadow of death;
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.
20 My soul hath [them] still in remembrance, and is humbled in me.
7 But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
1 ¶ My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves [are ready] for 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.
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.
16 Turn thee unto me, and have mercy upon me; for I [am] desolate and afflicted.
17 The troubles of my heart are enlarged: [O] bring thou me out of my distresses.
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.
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.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
4 My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, [even] the thoughts of my heart.
31 My harp also is [turned] to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.
18 And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the LORD:
2 I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.
3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.
11 Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me.
16 Thy fierce wrath goeth over me; thy terrors have cut me off.
11 He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
28 ¶ My soul melteth for heaviness: strengthen thou me according unto thy word.
10 My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members [are] as a shadow.
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.
17 For I [am] ready to halt, and my sorrow [is] continually before me.
6 The sorrows of hell compassed me about; the snares of death prevented me;
21 ¶ Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.