Job 33:19
Or a person is chastened by pain on his bed, and with the continual strife of his bones,
Or a person is chastened by pain on his bed, and with the continual strife of his bones,
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20so that his life loathes food, and his soul rejects appetizing fare.
21His flesh wastes away from sight, and his bones, which were not seen, are easily visible.
22He draws near to the place of corruption, and his life to the messengers of death.
22His flesh only has pain for him, and he mourns for himself.”
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.
18With great power God grasps my clothing; he binds me like the collar of my tunic.
19He has flung me into the mud, and I have come to resemble dust and ashes.
18He spares a person’s life from corruption, his very life from crossing over the river.
4ב(Bet) He has made my mortal skin waste away; he has broken my bones.
5He has besieged and surrounded me with bitter hardship.
3The LORD supports him on his sickbed; you have healed him from his illness.
11His bones were full of his youthful vigor, but that vigor will lie down with him in the dust.
17Surely, he ate in darkness every day of his life, and he suffered greatly with sickness and anger.
14I suffer all day long, and am punished every morning.”
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.
16ו(Vav) He ground my teeth in gravel; he trampled me in the dust.
18The LORD severely punished me, but he did not hand me over to death.
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.
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.
25And another man dies in bitterness of soul, never having tasted anything good.
5Because of the anxiety that makes me groan, my bones protrude from my skin.
20All his days the wicked man suffers torment, throughout the number of the years that are stored up for the tyrant.
13his archers surround me. Without pity he pierces my kidneys and pours out my gall on the ground.
2“Even today my complaint is still bitter; his hand is heavy despite my groaning.
19The godly face many dangers, but the LORD saves them from each one of them.
20He protects all his bones; not one of them is broken.
3For this reason my stomach churns; cramps overwhelm me like the contractions of a woman in labor. I am disturbed by what I hear, horrified by what I see.
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.
1א(Alef) The Prophet Speaks: I am the man who has experienced affliction from the rod of his wrath.
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.
24Distress and anguish terrify him; they prevail against him like a king ready to launch an attack,
18He does not allow me to recover my breath, for he fills me with bitterness.
13I cry out until morning; like a lion he shatters all my bones; you turn day into night and end my life.
17“Therefore, blessed is the man whom God corrects, so do not despise the discipline of the Almighty.
18For he wounds, but he also bandages; he strikes, but his hands also heal.
21Yes, my spirit was bitter, and my insides felt sharp pain.
12Calamity is hungry for him, and misfortune is ready at his side.
39Why should any living person complain when punished for his sins?
13If I say,“My bed will comfort me, my couch will ease my complaint,”
18The shackles hurt his feet; his neck was placed in an iron collar,
2Have mercy on me, LORD, for I am frail! Heal me, LORD, for my bones are shaking!
20My bones stick to my skin and my flesh; I have escaped alive with only the skin of my teeth.
18He made cursing a way of life, so curses poured into his stomach like water and seeped into his bones like oil.
19ז(Zayin) Remember my impoverished and homeless condition, which is a bitter poison.
3When I refused to confess my sin, my whole body wasted away, while I groaned in pain all day long.
35You will say,“They have struck me, but I am not harmed! They beat me, but I did not know it! When will I awake? I will look for another drink.”