Job 6:12
Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh made of brass?
Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh made of brass?
Is my strength the strength of stones? Is my flesh made of bronze?
Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?
Is my strength the strength of stones? Or, is my flesh made of brasse?
Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brasse?
Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my fleshe of brasse?
[Is] my strength the strength of stones? or [is] my flesh of brass?
Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
Is my strength the strength of stones? Is my flesh brazen?
Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
Is my strength the strength of stones, or is my flesh brass?
Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
Is my strength like that of stones? or is my flesh made of bronze?
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10Then I should still have comfort; yes, I would harden myself in sorrow. Let him not spare, for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
11What is my strength, that I should hope? And what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
13Is not my help within me? And is wisdom driven quite from me?
18His bones are as strong pieces of bronze; his bones are like bars of iron.
4My flesh and my skin He has made old; He has broken my bones.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue clings to my jaws; You have brought me into the dust of death.
2Indeed, how might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age has perished?
14Why do I take my flesh in my teeth and put my life in my hand?
19If I speak of strength, lo, He is mighty: and if of judgment, who shall set a time for me to plead?
8Will you also annul my judgment? Will you condemn me, that you may be justified?
9Do you have an arm like God, or can you thunder with a voice like him?
18And I said, My strength and my hope perished from the LORD.
6Will he contend with me in his great power? No; but he would strengthen me.
26My flesh and my heart fail; but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
2Iron is taken from the earth, and copper is melted from the stone.
12Shall iron break the northern iron and the steel?
5Are Your days as the days of man? Are Your years as man's days,
6That You inquire after my iniquity and search after my sin?
10My heart pants, my strength fails me; as for the light of my eyes, it also has gone from me.
19Will he value your riches? no, not gold, nor all the forces of strength.
4As for me, is my complaint to a man? And if it were, why should my spirit not be troubled?
27He regards iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.
15And where now is my hope? As for my hope, who shall see it?
18By the great force of my disease my garment is changed: it binds me about like the collar of my coat.
19He has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
22Then let my arm fall from my shoulder blade, and let my arm be broken at the bone.
12Am I a sea, or a monster, that you set a watch over me?
5Because of the voice of my groaning, my bones cling to my skin.
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
17What is man, that you should magnify him, and that you should set your heart upon him?
23He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
18When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint within me.
1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
4LORD, make me to know my end, and the measure of my days, what it is; so I may know how frail I am.
24If I have made gold my hope, or said to the fine gold, 'You are my confidence;'
12Why were there knees to receive me? Or why breasts that I should nurse?
6Is not this your fear, your confidence, your hope, and the integrity of your ways?
2Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are troubled.
2For you are the God of my strength; why do you cast me off? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
3LORD, what is man, that you take knowledge of him! Or the son of man, that you make account of him!
2How have you helped him who is without power? How have you saved the arm that has no strength?
3For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea; therefore my words are swallowed up.
23The folds of his flesh are tightly joined; they are firm on him and cannot be moved.
11You have clothed me with skin and flesh, and have fenced me with bones and sinews.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and becomes loathsome.
8I am feeble and severely broken; I have roared because of the disquiet of my heart.
13From above he has sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them: he has spread a net for my feet, he has turned me back: he has made me desolate and faint all the day.
3For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned like a hearth.
9What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? shall it declare your truth?