Job 6:4
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.
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.
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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.
13 His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.
2 For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore.
2 Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
11 He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desote.
12 He hath bent his bow, and set me as a mark for the arrow.
13 He hath caused the arrows of his quiver to enter into my reins.
4 My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
5 Fearfulness and trembling are come upon me, and horror hath overwhelmed me.
4 Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.
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.
16 For God maketh my heart soft, and the Almighty troubleth me:
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
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.
13 Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
18 He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
16 Thy fierce wrath goeth over me; thy terrors have cut me off.
14 Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in mine hand?
15 Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
23 For destruction from God was a terror to me, and by reason of his highness I could not endure.
4 As for me, is my complaint to man? and if it were so, why should not my spirit be troubled?
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.
6 Know now that God hath overthrown me, and hath compassed me with his net.
34 Let him take his rod away from me, and let not his fear terrify me:
6 The sorrows of hell compassed me about; the snares of death prevented me;
15 He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath made me drunken with wormwood.
24 For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
25 For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto 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.
4 My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
5 He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall and travail.
6 He hath set me in dark pces, as they that be dead of old.
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
11 He hath also kindled his wrath against me, and he counteth me unto him as one of his enemies.
23 I will heap mischiefs upon them; I will spend mine arrows upon them.
28 The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble.
4 The sorrows of death compassed me, and the floods of ungodly men made me afraid.
10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
6 Should I lie against my right? my wound is incurable without transgression.
10 As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?
13 He hath also prepared for him the instruments of death; he ordaineth his arrows against the persecutors.
24 He shall flee from the iron weapon, and the bow of steel shall strike him through.
27 My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
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.
11 He putteth my feet in the stocks, he marketh all my paths.