Job 30:29
I have become a brother to jackals and a companion of ostriches.
I have become a brother to jackals and a companion of ostriches.
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30My skin has turned dark on me; my body is hot with fever.
31My harp is used for mourning and my flute for the sound of weeping.
28I go about blackened, but not by the sun; in the assembly I stand up and cry for help.
6I am like an owl in the wilderness; I am like a screech owl among the ruins.
7I stay awake; I am like a solitary bird on a roof.
19He has flung me into the mud, and I have come to resemble dust and ashes.
9Job’s Indignities“And now I have become their taunt song; I have become a byword among them.
13Her fortresses will be overgrown with thorns; thickets and weeds will grow in her fortified cities. Jackals will settle there; ostriches will live there.
14Wild animals and wild dogs will congregate there; wild goats will bleat to one another. Yes, nocturnal animals will rest there and make for themselves a nest.
15Owls will make nests and lay eggs there; they will hatch them and protect them. Yes, hawks will gather there, each with its mate.
8For this reason I will mourn and wail; I will walk around barefoot and without my outer garments. I will howl like a wild dog, and screech like an owl.
11Job Remonstrates with God“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.
12Am I the sea, or the creature of the deep, that you must put me under guard?
1Job’s Present Misery“But now they mock me, those who are younger than I, whose fathers I disdained too much to put with my sheep dogs.
20The wild animals honor me, the jackals and ostriches, because I put water in the wilderness and streams in the wastelands, to quench the thirst of my chosen people,
13They open their mouths to devour me like a roaring lion that rips its prey.
13I cry out until morning; like a lion he shatters all my bones; you turn day into night and end my life.
14Like a swallow or a thrush I chirp, I coo like a dove; my eyes grow tired from looking up to the sky. O Lord, I am oppressed; help me!
15the ostrich, the owl, the seagull, the falcon after its species,
16the little owl, the long-eared owl, the white owl,
17the jackdaw, the carrion vulture, the cormorant,
8The people I call my own have turned on me like a lion in the forest. They have roared defiantly at me. So I will treat them as though I hate them.
9The people I call my own attack me like birds of prey or like hyenas. But other birds of prey are all around them. Let all the nations gather together like wild beasts. Let them come and destroy these people I call my own.
16the eagle owl, the short-eared owl, the long-eared owl, the hawk of any kind,
17the little owl, the cormorant, the screech owl,
19Yet you have battered us, leaving us a heap of ruins overrun by wild dogs; you have covered us with darkness.
13Job’s Forsaken State“He has put my relatives far from me; my acquaintances only turn away from me.
11Because of all my enemies, people disdain me; my neighbors are appalled by my suffering– those who know me are horrified by my condition; those who see me in the street run away from me.
40I was consumed by scorching heat during the day and by piercing cold at night, and I went without sleep.
10ד(Dalet) To me he is like a bear lying in ambush, like a hidden lion stalking its prey.
14If I cry to corruption,‘You are my father,’ and to the worm,‘My mother,’ or‘My sister,’
15I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and buried my horn in the dust;
18Even youngsters have scorned me; when I get up, they scoff at me.
19All my closest friends detest me; and those whom I love have turned against me.
20My bones stick to my skin and my flesh; I have escaped alive with only the skin of my teeth.
18Job’s Confidence“Then I thought,‘I will die in my own home, my days as numerous as the grains of sand.
7They brayed like animals among the bushes and were huddled together under the nettles.
4I am surrounded by lions; I lie down among those who want to devour me; men whose teeth are spears and arrows, whose tongues are a sharp sword.
3thus I have been made to inherit months of futility, and nights of sorrow have been appointed to me.
13Is not my power to help myself nothing, and has not every resource been driven from me?
22Wild dogs will yip in her ruined fortresses, jackals will yelp in the once-splendid palaces. Her time is almost up, her days will not be prolonged.
2“O that I could be as I was in the months now gone, in the days when God watched over me,
3when he caused his lamp to shine upon my head, and by his light I walked through darkness;
4just as I was in my most productive time, when God’s intimate friendship was experienced in my tent,
11I wear sackcloth and they ridicule me.
6He has made me a byword to people, I am the one in whose face they spit.
11Owls and wild animals will live there, all kinds of wild birds will settle in it. The LORD will stretch out over her the measuring line of ruin and the plumb line of destruction.
14Why do I put myself in peril, and take my life in my hands?
32For he is not a human being like I am, that I might answer him, that we might come together in judgment.
11Thus his anger burns against me, and he considers me among his enemies.