Job 30:19
He has flung me into the mud, and I have come to resemble dust and ashes.
He has flung me into the mud, and I have come to resemble dust and ashes.
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16ו(Vav) He ground my teeth in gravel; he trampled me in the dust.
17I am deprived of peace; I have forgotten what happiness is.
15I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and buried my horn in the dust;
16my face is reddened because of weeping, and on my eyelids there is a deep darkness,
20I cry out to you, but you do not answer me; I stand up, and you only look at me.
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.
31then you plunge me into a slimy pit and my own clothes abhor me.
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.
18With great power God grasps my clothing; he binds me like the collar of my tunic.
9For I eat ashes as if they were bread, and mix my drink with my tears,
10because of your anger and raging fury. Indeed, you pick me up and throw me away.
11He has obstructed my paths and torn me to pieces; he has made me desolate.
6Therefore I despise myself, and I repent in dust and ashes!
8He has blocked my way so I cannot pass, and has set darkness over my paths.
9He has stripped me of my honor and has taken the crown off my head.
10He tears me down on every side until I perish; he uproots my hope like an uprooted tree.
11Thus his anger burns against me, and he considers me among his enemies.
6He has made me reside in deepest darkness like those who died long ago.
7ג(Gimel) He has walled me in so that I cannot get out; he has weighted me down with heavy prison chains.
4ב(Bet) He has made my mortal skin waste away; he has broken my bones.
2I sink into the deep mire where there is no solid ground; I am in deep water, and the current overpowers me.
9Remember that you have made me as with the clay; will you return me to dust?
16Job’s Despondency“And now my soul pours itself out within me; days of suffering take hold of me.
5My body is clothed with worms and dirty scabs; my skin is broken and festering.
6know then that God has wronged me and encircled me with his net.
3For my days go up in smoke, and my bones are charred like a fireplace.
30My skin has turned dark on me; my body is hot with fever.
53They shut me up in a pit and threw stones at me.
8Job took a shard of broken pottery to scrape himself with while he was sitting among the ashes.
28I go about blackened, but not by the sun; in the assembly I stand up and cry for help.
9“What profit is there in taking my life, in my descending into the Pit? Can the dust of the grave praise you? Can it declare your loyalty?
22You pick me up on the wind and make me ride on it; you toss me about in the storm.
1My spirit is broken, my days have faded out, the grave awaits me.
3Certainly my enemies chase me. They smash me into the ground. They force me to live in dark regions, like those who have been dead for ages.
4My strength leaves me; I am absolutely shocked.
10Please stop wounding me! You have almost beaten me to death!
18He does not allow me to recover my breath, for he fills me with bitterness.
6He has made me a byword to people, I am the one in whose face they spit.
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.
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.
9He has blocked every road I take with a wall of hewn stones; he has made every path impassable.
6I am dazed and completely humiliated; all day long I walk around mourning.
20If I have sinned– what have I done to you, O watcher of men? Why have you set me as your target? Have I become a burden to you?
21Have pity on me, my friends, have pity on me, for the hand of God has struck me.
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;
12I am forgotten, like a dead man no one thinks about; I am regarded as worthless, like a broken jar.
4They treat me like those who descend into the grave. I am like a helpless man,
29Let him bury his face in the dust; perhaps there is hope.