Job 6:3
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
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1 ¶ But Job answered and said,
2 Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
4 For the arrows of the Almighty [are] within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
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.
7 The things [that] my soul refused to touch [are] as my sorrowful meat.
8 ¶ Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant [me] the thing that I long for!
9 Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
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.
11 What [is] my strength, that I should hope? and what [is] mine end, that I should prolong my life?
6 He hath set me in dark places, as [they that be] dead of old.
7 He hath hedged me about, that I cannot get out: he hath made my chain heavy.
23 ¶ Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book!
16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
20 Shall it be told him that I speak? if a man speak, surely he shall be swallowed up.
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
6 ¶ Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and [though] I forbear, what am I eased?
7 But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
6 Know now that God hath overthrown me, and hath compassed me with his net.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
13 [Is] not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
2 Even to day [is] my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
16 He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones, he hath covered me with ashes.
17 And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace: I forgat prosperity.
18 And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the LORD:
4 For mine iniquities are gone over mine head: as an heavy burden they are too heavy for me.
11 He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
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?
18 He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
23 For destruction [from] God [was] a terror to me, and by reason of his highness I could not endure.
19 Who [is] he [that] will plead with me? for now, if I hold my tongue, I shall give up the ghost.
3 For thou hadst cast me into the deep, in the midst of the seas; and the floods compassed me about: all thy billows and thy waves passed over me.
36 Surely I would take it upon my shoulder, [and] bind it [as] a crown to me.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
9 He hath inclosed my ways with hewn stone, he hath made my paths crooked.
53 They have cut off my life in the dungeon, and cast a stone upon me.
54 Waters flowed over mine head; [then] I said, I am cut off.
18 For I am full of matter, the spirit within me constraineth me.
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.
9 The measure thereof [is] longer than the earth, and broader than the sea.
2 How long will ye vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
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.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, [even] the thoughts of my heart.
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.
6 I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
20 [Are] not my days few? cease [then, and] let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
12 For innumerable evils have compassed me about: mine iniquities have taken hold upon me, so that I am not able to look up; they are more than the hairs of mine head: therefore my heart faileth me.
13 His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
11 Or darkness, [that] thou canst not see; and abundance of waters cover thee.