Job 19:2
How long will you vex my soul and break me in pieces with words?
How long will you vex my soul and break me in pieces with words?
How long will you torment my soul and crush me with words?
How long will ye vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
How long will ye vex my soul, And break me in pieces with words?
How long will ye vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
How loge wil ye vexe my mynde, & trouble me with wordes?
Howe long will yee vexe my soule, and torment me with wordes?
How long wyll ye vexe my soule, and trouble me with wordes?
How long will ye vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
"How long will you torment me, And crush me with words?
Till when do ye afflict my soul, And bruise me with words?
How long will ye vex my soul, And break me in pieces with words?
How long will ye vex my soul, And break me in pieces with words?
How long will you make my life bitter, crushing me with words?
"How long will you torment me, and crush me with words?
“How long will you torment me and crush me with your words?
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1Then Job answered and said,
3These ten times you have reproached me; you are not ashamed that you make yourselves strange to me.
2How long will it be before you make an end of words? Consider, and afterwards we will speak.
3Why are we counted as beasts, and considered vile in your sight?
3My soul is also greatly troubled: but You, O LORD, how long?
17For He crushes me with a storm, and multiplies my wounds without cause.
18He will not allow me to regain my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
1Moreover, Job continued his discourse and said,
2As God lives, who has taken away my justice, and the Almighty, who has troubled my soul;
19How long will you not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow my spittle?
1Then Job answered and said,
2I have heard many such things; miserable comforters are you all.
3Will vain words ever end? Or what makes you bold enough to answer?
4I too could speak as you do; if your soul were in my soul's place, I could heap up words against you and shake my head at you.
5But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips would ease your grief.
6Though I speak, my grief is not eased; and though I forbear, what am I relieved?
7But now he has made me weary; you have made desolate all my company.
2How long will you speak these things, and how long shall the words of your mouth be like a strong wind?
2How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart daily? How long shall my enemy be exalted over me?
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.
14He breaks me with breach upon breach; he runs upon me like a giant.
22Why do you persecute me as God does, and are not satisfied with my flesh?
4My flesh and my skin He has made old; He has broken my bones.
5He has built against me and surrounded me with bitterness and hardship.
4As for me, is my complaint to a man? And if it were, why should my spirit not be troubled?
1Then Job answered and said,
2Even today my complaint is bitter; my suffering is heavier than my groaning.
1My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2I will say to God, Do not condemn me; show me why You contend with me.
13That you turn your spirit against God, and let such words go out of your mouth?
16He has also broken my teeth with gravel stones; He has covered me with ashes.
5Every day they twist my words; all their thoughts are against me for evil.
11He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
26Do you imagine to reprove words and the speeches of one who is desperate, which are as wind?
5If indeed you will magnify yourselves against me and plead against me my reproach,
4How long shall they utter and speak arrogant things? and all the workers of iniquity boast themselves?
5They break in pieces your people, O LORD, and afflict your heritage.
18Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? will you be altogether to me as a liar, and as waters that fail?
2And Job spoke, and said,
9He tears me in his wrath, who hates me; he gnashes upon me with his teeth; my enemy sharpens his eyes upon me.
10They gape upon me with their mouth; they strike me on the cheek reproachfully; they gather themselves together against me.
2Oh, that my grief were thoroughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
1But Job answered and said,
2Listen carefully to my speech, and let this be your comfort.
5Then shall he speak to them in his wrath, and distress them in his deep displeasure.
19Who is he that will plead with me? for now, if I keep silent, I shall die.
12I was at ease, but he has broken me apart; he has also seized me by my neck and shaken me to pieces and set me up as his target.
10Remove your stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of your hand.
15What shall I say? He has spoken to me, and He Himself has done it: I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.
3How long will you imagine mischief against a man? You shall all be slain; as a leaning wall shall you be, and as a tottering fence.