Jeremiah 20:18
Wherefore came I forth out of the womb to see labour and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
Wherefore came I forth out of the womb to see labour and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
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17 Because he slew me not from the womb; or that my mother might have been my grave, and her womb to be always great with me.
18 Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
19 I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20 Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
10 Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.
11 Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
12 Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?
14 Cursed be the day wherein I was born: let not the day wherein my mother bare me be blessed.
15 Cursed be the man who brought tidings to my father, saying, A man child is born unto thee; making him very glad.
16 Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.
3 Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived.
1 Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble.
5 Behold, I was shapen in iniquity; and in sin did my mother conceive me.
9 But thou art he that took me out of the womb: thou didst make me hope when I was upon my mother's breasts.
10 I was cast upon thee from the womb: thou art my God from my mother's belly.
18 (For from my youth he was brought up with me, as with a father, and I have guided her from my mother's womb;)
14 I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.
15 And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
15 As he came forth of his mother's womb, naked shall he return to go as he came, and shall take nothing of his labour, which he may carry away in his hand.
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.
13 The sorrows of a travailing woman shall come upon him: he is an unwise son; for he suld not stay long in the place of the breaking forth of children.
10 Woe is me, my mother, that thou hast borne me a man of strife and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have neither lent on usury, nor men have lent to me on usury; yet every one of them doth curse me.
21 And said, Naked came I out of my mother's womb, and naked shall I return thither: the LORD gave, and the LORD hath taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD.
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.
16 My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
6 By thee have I been holden up from the womb: thou art he that took me out of my mother's bowels: my praise shall be continually of thee.
5 None eye pitied thee, to do any of these unto thee, to have compassion upon thee; but thou wast cast out in the open field, to the lothing of thy person, in the day that thou wast born.
18 Yea, young children despised me; I arose, and they spake against me.
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 Did not he that made me in the womb make him? and did not one fashion us in the womb?
19 Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
10 I 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.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
17 For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.
13 O that thou wouldest hide me in the grave, that thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, that thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!
24 For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
17 Like as a woman with child, that draweth near the time of her delivery, is in pain, and crieth out in her pangs; so have we been in thy sight, O LORD.
18 We have been with child, we have been in pain, we have as it were brought forth wind; we have not wrought any deliverance in the earth; neither have the inhabitants of the world fallen.
29 If I be wicked, why then labour I in vain?
6 I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
18 When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.
47 Remember how short my time is: wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?
6 But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised of the people.
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for 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 desote and faint all the day.
15 My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
1 I am the man that hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.
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.
11 What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?