Job 30:18
With great power God grasps my clothing; he binds me like the collar of my tunic.
With great power God grasps my clothing; he binds me like the collar of my tunic.
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16Job’s Despondency“And now my soul pours itself out within me; days of suffering take hold of me.
17Night pierces my bones; my gnawing pains never cease.
6I am dazed and completely humiliated; all day long I walk around mourning.
7For I am overcome with shame and my whole body is sick.
8I am numb with pain and severely battered; I groan loudly because of the anxiety I feel.
19He has flung me into the mud, and I have come to resemble dust and ashes.
3He repeatedly attacks me, he turns his hand against me all day long.
4ב(Bet) He has made my mortal skin waste away; he has broken my bones.
5He has besieged and surrounded me with bitter hardship.
5Because of the anxiety that makes me groan, my bones protrude from my skin.
12I was in peace, and he has shattered me. He has seized me by the neck and crushed me. He has made me his target;
13his archers surround me. Without pity he pierces my kidneys and pours out my gall on the ground.
14He breaks through against me, time and time again; he rushes against me like a warrior.
15I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and buried my horn in the dust;
14My strength drains away like water; all my bones are dislocated; my heart is like wax; it melts away inside me.
15The roof of my mouth is as dry as a piece of pottery; my tongue sticks to my gums. You set me in the dust of death.
13מ(Mem) He sent down fire into my bones, and it overcame them. He spread out a trapper’s net for my feet; he made me turn back. He has made me desolate; I am faint all day long.
14נ(Nun) My sins are bound around my neck like a yoke; they are fastened together by his hand. He has placed his yoke on my neck; he has sapped my strength. The Lord has handed me over to those whom I cannot resist.
5My body is clothed with worms and dirty scabs; my skin is broken and festering.
10For my life nears its end in pain; my years draw to a close as I groan. My strength fails me because of my sin, and my bones become brittle.
7Surely now he has worn me out, you have devastated my entire household.
8You have seized me, and it has become a witness; my leanness has risen up against me and testifies against me.
28So I waste away like something rotten, like a garment eaten by moths.
30My skin has turned dark on me; my body is hot with fever.
12My dwelling place is removed and taken away from me like a shepherd’s tent. I rolled up my life like a weaver rolls cloth; from the loom he cuts me off. You turn day into night and end my life.
13I cry out until morning; like a lion he shatters all my bones; you turn day into night and end my life.
18He made cursing a way of life, so curses poured into his stomach like water and seeped into his bones like oil.
19May a curse attach itself to him, like a garment one puts on, or a belt one wears continually!
18They are dividing up my clothes among themselves; they are rolling dice for my garments.
19Or a person is chastened by pain on his bed, and with the continual strife of his bones,
2For your arrows pierce me, and your hand presses me down.
3My whole body is sick because of your judgment; I am deprived of health because of my sin.
4For my sins overwhelm me; like a heavy load, they are too much for me to bear.
11You clothed me with skin and flesh and knit me together with bones and sinews.
13When they were sick, I wore sackcloth, and refrained from eating food.(If I am lying, may my prayers go unanswered!)
11Because God has untied my tent cord and afflicted me, people throw off all restraint in my presence.
20My bones stick to my skin and my flesh; I have escaped alive with only the skin of my teeth.
21Have pity on me, my friends, have pity on me, for the hand of God has struck me.
11He has obstructed my paths and torn me to pieces; he has made me desolate.
7ג(Gimel) He has walled me in so that I cannot get out; he has weighted me down with heavy prison chains.
27My heart is in turmoil unceasingly; the days of my affliction confront me.
21His flesh wastes away from sight, and his bones, which were not seen, are easily visible.
31then you plunge me into a slimy pit and my own clothes abhor me.
9He has stripped me of my honor and has taken the crown off my head.
8They say,‘An awful disease overwhelms him, and now that he is bed-ridden he will never recover.’
10Please stop wounding me! You have almost beaten me to death!
1My spirit is broken, my days have faded out, the grave awaits me.
3When I refused to confess my sin, my whole body wasted away, while I groaned in pain all day long.
18He does not allow me to recover my breath, for he fills me with bitterness.
14I put on righteousness and it clothed me, my just dealing was like a robe and a turban;