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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14They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
15Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
17My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
18By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
27My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
3For 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.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
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.
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.
4My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
3For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.
13His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
3The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.
1My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
3My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?
15I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
16My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
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.
20My soul hath them still in remembrance, and is humbled in me.
7But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for 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.
24For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
25For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.
16Turn thee unto me, and have mercy upon me; for I am desolate and afflicted.
17The troubles of my heart are enlarged: O bring thou me out of my distresses.
6I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
7For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.
8I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
2In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
31My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.
18And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the LORD:
2I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.
3When 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.
11Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me.
16Thy fierce wrath goeth over me; thy terrors have cut me off.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desote.
28My soul melteth for heaviness: strengthen thou me according unto thy word.
10My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
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.
17For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.
6The sorrows of hell compassed me about; the snares of death prevented me;
21Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.