Job 6:12
Is my strength like that of stones? or is my flesh made of bronze?
Is my strength like that of stones? or is my flesh made of bronze?
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10Then I would yet have my comfort, then I would rejoice, in spite of pitiless pain, for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
11What is my strength, that I should wait? and what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
13Is not my power to help myself nothing, and has not every resource been driven from me?
18Its bones are tubes of bronze, its limbs like bars of iron.
4ב(Bet) He has made my mortal skin waste away; he has broken my bones.
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.
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.
2Moreover, the strength of their hands– what use was it to me? Men whose strength had perished;
14Why do I put myself in peril, and take my life in my hands?
19If it is a matter of strength, most certainly he is the strong one! And if it is a matter of justice, he will say,‘Who will summon me?’
8Would you indeed annul my justice? Would you declare me guilty so that you might be right?
9Do you have an arm as powerful as God’s, and can you thunder with a voice like his?
18So I said,“My endurance has expired; I have lost all hope of deliverance from the LORD.”
6Would he contend with me with great power? No, he would only pay attention to me.
26My flesh and my heart may grow weak, but God always protects my heart and gives me stability.
2Iron is taken from the ground, and rock is poured out as copper.
12Can you people who are like iron and bronze break that iron fist from the north?
5Are your days like the days of a mortal, or your years like the years of a mortal,
6that you must search out my iniquity, and inquire about my sin,
10My heart beats quickly; my strength leaves me; I can hardly see.
19Would your wealth sustain you, so that you would not be in distress, even all your mighty efforts?
4Is my complaint against a man? If so, why should I not be impatient?
27It regards iron as straw and bronze as rotten wood.
15where then is my hope? And my hope, who sees it?
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.
22then let my arm fall from the shoulder, let my arm be broken off at the socket.
12Am I the sea, or the creature of the deep, that you must put me under guard?
5Because of the anxiety that makes me groan, my bones protrude from my skin.
20Are not my days few? Cease, then, and leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
17Insignificance of Humans“What is mankind that you make so much of them, and that you pay attention to them?
23He has taken away my strength in the middle of life; he has cut short my days.
18Then I said,“There is no cure for my grief! I am sick at heart!
1My spirit is broken, my days have faded out, the grave awaits me.
4“O LORD, help me understand my mortality and the brevity of life! Let me realize how quickly my life will pass!
24“If I have put my confidence in gold or said to pure gold,‘You are my security!’
12Why did the knees welcome me, and why were there two breasts that I might nurse at them?
6Is not your piety your confidence, and your blameless ways your hope?
2Have mercy on me, LORD, for I am frail! Heal me, LORD, for my bones are shaking!
2For you are the God who shelters me. Why do you reject me? Why must I walk around mourning because my enemies oppress me?
3O LORD, of what importance is the human race, that you should notice them? Of what importance is mankind, that you should be concerned about them?
2“How you have helped the powerless! How you have saved the person who has no strength!
3But because it is heavier than the sand of the sea, that is why my words have been wild.
23The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm on it, immovable.
11You clothed me with skin and flesh and knit me together with bones and sinews.
5My body is clothed with worms and dirty scabs; my skin is broken and festering.
8I am numb with pain and severely battered; I groan loudly because of the anxiety I feel.
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.
3For my days go up in smoke, and my bones are charred like a fireplace.
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?