Job 6:2
Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
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3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
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.
1 But answered and said,
1 Then answered and said,
2 Even to day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
3 Oh that I knew where I might find him! that I might come even to his seat!
6 Let me be weighed in an even balance, that God may know mine integrity.
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?
11 Shall I count them pure with the wicked balances, and with the bag of deceitful weights?
23 Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book!
5 For hath said, I am righteous: and God hath taken away my judgment.
6 Should I lie against my right? my wound is incurable without transgression.
35 Oh that one would hear me! behold, my desire is, that the Almighty would answer me, and that mine adversary had written a book.
36 Surely I would take it upon my shoulder, and bind it as a crown to me.
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.
1 Moreover continued his parable, and said,
2 Oh that I were as in months past, as in the days when God preserved me;
1 Moreover continued his parable, and said,
2 As God liveth, who hath taken away my judgment; and the Almighty, who hath vexed my soul;
36 My desire is that may be tried unto the end because of his answers for wicked men.
17 For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.
4 As for me, is my complaint to man? and if it were so, why should not my spirit be troubled?
13 Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
19 Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
2 How long will ye vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
12 Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow, which is done unto me, wherewith the LORD hath afflicted me in the day of his fierce anger.
18 When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.
24 For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
4 For mine iniquities are gone over mine head: as an heavy burden they are too heavy for me.
5 If indeed ye will magnify yourselves against me, and plead against me my reproach:
6 Know now that God hath overthrown me, and hath compassed me with his net.
7 Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry aloud, but there is no judgment.
6 Wherefore I abhor myself, and repent in dust and ashes.
2 And spake, and said,
7 He hath hedged me about, that I cannot get out: he hath made my chain heavy.
20 Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
1 I am the man that hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.
1 My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
22 Let 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.
7 There the righteous might dispute with him; so should I be delivered for ever from my judge.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
15 If I be wicked, woe unto me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see thou mine affliction;
5 I would know the words which he would answer me, and understand what he would say unto me.
8 I would seek unto God, and unto God would I commit my cause:
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!