Job 13:14
Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in mine hand?
Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in mine hand?
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15 Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him.
13 Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, and let come on me what will.
19 Who is he that will plead with me? for now, if I hold my tongue, I shall give up the ghost.
20 Only do not two things unto me: then will I not hide myself from thee.
21 Withdraw thine hand far from me: and let not thy dread make me afraid.
22 Then call thou, and I will answer: or let me speak, and answer thou me.
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?
15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.
16 I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
20 My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
21 Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of God hath touched me.
4 As for me, is my complaint to man? and if it were so, why should not my spirit be troubled?
20 Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
22 Then let mine arm fall from my shoulder blade, and mine arm be broken from the bone.
23 For destruction from God was a terror to me, and by reason of his highness I could not endure.
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.
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!
14 If a man die, shall he live again? all the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change come.
13 Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
34 Let him take his rod away from me, and let not his fear terrify me:
35 Then would I speak, and not fear him; but it is not so with me.
26 And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God:
27 Whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another; though my reins be consumed within me.
1 My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2 I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest with me.
5 God forbid that I should justify you: till I die I will not remove mine integrity from me.
6 My righteousness I hold fast, and will not let it go: my heart shall not reproach me so long as I live.
13 That thou turnest thy spirit against God, and lettest such words go out of thy mouth?
24 Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemy?
3 Surely I would speak to the Almighty, and I desire to reason with God.
10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
3 Therefore now, O LORD, take, I beseech thee, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live.
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.
9 He said unto me again, Stand, I pray thee, upon me, and slay me: for anguish is come upon me, because my life is yet whole in me.
5 Or let him take hold of my strength, that he may make peace with me; and he shall make peace with me.
5 But put forth thine hand now, and touch his bone and his flesh, and he will curse thee to thy face.
9 He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
7 There the righteous might dispute with him; so should I be delivered for ever from my judge.
13 I reckoned till morning, that, as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
40 For I lift up my hand to heaven, and say, I live for ever.
4 My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
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.
12 I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
2 As God liveth, who hath taken away my judgment; and the Almighty, who hath vexed my soul;
3 All the while my breath is in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils;
14 How much less shall I answer him, and choose out my words to reason with him?
25 For he stretcheth out his hand against God, and strengtheneth himself against the Almighty.