Job 7:19
How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
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20 I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?
21 And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.
18 And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, and try him every moment?
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.
12 Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
1 To the chief Musician, A alm of David. How long wilt thou forget me, O LORD? for ever? how long wilt thou hide thy face from me?
2 How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart daily? how long shall mine enemy be exalted over me?
24 Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemy?
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.
12 Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear unto my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
13 O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.
2 How long will ye vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
3 These ten times have ye reproached me: ye are not ashamed that ye make yourselves strange to me.
18 He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
13 That thou turnest thy spirit against God, and lettest such words go out of thy mouth?
1 To the chief Musician upon Aijeleth Shahar, A alm of David. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?
3 My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?
16 I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
22 Why do ye persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?
10 They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
7 Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence?
11 Cast me not away from thy presence; and take not thy holy spirit from me.
4 Thou holdest mine eyes waking: I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
4 Then I said, I am cast out of thy sight; yet I will look again toward thy holy temple.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
3 I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
31 Yet shalt thou plunge me in the ditch, and mine own clothes shall abhor me.
5 Let the enemy persecute my soul, and take it; yea, let him tread down my life upon the earth, and lay mine honour in the dust. Selah.
14 LORD, why castest thou off my soul? why hidest thou thy face from me?
19 But be not thou far from me, O LORD: O my strength, haste thee to help me.
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
2 Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?
18 Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuseth to be healed? wilt thou be altogether unto me as a liar, and as waters that fail?
20 Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
46 How long, LORD? wilt thou hide thyself for ever? shall thy wrath burn like fire?
2 For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
9 Hide not thy face far from me; put not thy servant away in anger: thou hast been my help; leave me not, neither forsake me, O God of my salvation.
16 As for me, I have not hastened from being a pastor to follow thee: neither have I desired the woeful day; thou knowest: that which came out of my lips was right before thee.
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!
21 Forsake me not, O LORD: O my God, be not far from me.
10 O God, how long shall the adversary reproach? shall the enemy blaspheme thy name for ever?
7 Hear me speedily, O LORD: my spirit faileth: hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.
17 And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace: I forgat prosperity.
15 Let not the waterflood overflow me, neither let the deep swallow me up, and let not the pit shut her mouth upon me.
22 For I said in my haste, I am cut off from before thine eyes: nevertheless thou heardest the voice of my supplications when I cried unto thee.