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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25For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.
3My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
11Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
8I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
9Lord, all my desire is before thee; and my groaning is not hid from thee.
10My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
20Behold, 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.
21They have heard that I sigh: there is none to comfort me: all mine enemies have heard of my trouble; they are gd that thou hast done it: thou wilt bring the day that thou hast called, and they shall be like unto me.
22Let 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.
2I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing: I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.
3I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
9For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping,
9Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
6I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
17For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.
16And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
3For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
3When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
4For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.
13They gaped upon me with their mouths, as a ravening and a roaring lion.
14I 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.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
2I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.
3Therefore 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.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
2Even to day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
27My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
28I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
20My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
4My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
1My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
4As for me, is my complaint to man? and if it were so, why should not my spirit be troubled?
7Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
16My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
6I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
18He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
4My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
16He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones, he hath covered me with ashes.
16For 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 desote, because the enemy prevailed.
18When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.
21Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
14They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
49Mine eye trickleth down, and ceaseth not, without any intermission,
13From 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.
8Also when I cry and shout, he shutteth out my prayer.
23Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?