Job 6:4
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me; my spirit drinks their poison; God’s sudden terrors are arrayed against me.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me; my spirit drinks their poison; God’s sudden terrors are arrayed against me.
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12 I was in peace, and he has shattered me. He has seized me by the neck and crushed me. He has made me his target;
13 his archers surround me. Without pity he pierces my kidneys and pours out my gall on the ground.
14 He breaks through against me, time and time again; he rushes against me like a warrior.
2 For your arrows pierce me, and your hand presses me down.
2 “Oh, if only my grief could be weighed, and my misfortune laid on the scales too!
3 But because it is heavier than the sand of the sea, that is why my words have been wild.
11 He has obstructed my paths and torn me to pieces; he has made me desolate.
12 He drew his bow and made me the target for his arrow.
13 ה(He) He shot his arrows into my heart.
4 My heart beats violently within me; the horrors of death overcome me.
5 Fear and panic overpower me; terror overwhelms me.
4 Here’s how! With the sharp arrows of warriors, with arrowheads forged over the hot coals.
9 And that God would be willing to crush me, that he would let loose his hand and kill me.
10 Then 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.
16 Indeed, God has made my heart faint; the Almighty has terrified me.
4 My strength leaves me; I am absolutely shocked.
13 מ(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.
13 Is not my power to help myself nothing, and has not every resource been driven from me?
18 He does not allow me to recover my breath, for he fills me with bitterness.
16 Your anger overwhelms me; your terrors destroy me.
14 Why do I put myself in peril, and take my life in my hands?
15 Terrors are turned loose on me; they drive away my honor like the wind, and like a cloud my deliverance has passed away.
16 Job’s Despondency“And now my soul pours itself out within me; days of suffering take hold of me.
23 For the calamity from God was a terror to me, and by reason of his majesty I was powerless.
4 Is my complaint against a man? If so, why should I not be impatient?
11 Job 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.
6 know then that God has wronged me and encircled me with his net.
34 who would take his rod away from me so that his terror would not make me afraid.
6 The ropes of Sheol tightened around me; the snares of death trapped me.
15 He has given me my fill of bitter herbs and made me drunk with bitterness.
24 For my sighing comes in place of my food, and my groanings flow forth like water.
25 For the very thing I dreaded has happened to me, and what I feared has come upon me.
1 An Appeal for Revelation“I am weary of my life; I will complain without restraint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
4 ב(Bet) He has made my mortal skin waste away; he has broken my bones.
5 He has besieged and surrounded me with bitter hardship.
6 He has made me reside in deepest darkness like those who died long ago.
1 My spirit is broken, my days have faded out, the grave awaits me.
11 Thus his anger burns against me, and he considers me among his enemies.
23 I will increase their disasters, I will use up my arrows on them.
28 Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones become like chaff to it.
4 The waves of death engulfed me, the currents of chaos overwhelmed me.
10 Please stop wounding me! You have almost beaten me to death!
6 Concerning my right, should I lie? My wound is incurable, although I am without transgression.’
10 My enemies’ taunts cut into me to the bone, as they say to me all day long,“Where is your God?”
13 He has prepared deadly weapons to use against him; he gets ready to shoot flaming arrows.
24 If he flees from an iron weapon, then an arrow from a bronze bow pierces him.
27 My heart is in turmoil unceasingly; the days of my affliction confront me.
19 He has flung me into the mud, and I have come to resemble dust and ashes.
20 ר(Resh) Look, O LORD! I am distressed; my stomach is in knots! My heart is pounding inside me. Yes, I was terribly rebellious! Out in the street the sword bereaves a mother of her children; Inside the house death is present.
11 He puts my feet in shackles; he watches closely all my paths.’