Job 6:8
A Cry for Death“Oh that my request would be realized, and that God would grant me what I long for!
A Cry for Death“Oh that my request would be realized, and that God would grant me what I long for!
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9And that God would be willing to crush me, that he would let loose his hand and kill me.
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?
35Job’s Appeal“If only I had someone to hear me! Here is my signature– let the Almighty answer me! If only I had an indictment that my accuser had written.
36Surely I would wear it proudly on my shoulder, I would bind it on me like a crown;
3O that I knew where I might find him, that I could come to his place of residence!
4I would lay out my case before him and fill my mouth with arguments.
5I would know with what words he would answer me, and understand what he would say to me.
6Would he contend with me with great power? No, he would only pay attention to me.
7There an upright person could present his case before him, and I would be delivered forever from my judge.
23Job’s Assurance of Vindication“O that my words were written down, O that they were written on a scroll,
2“Oh, if only my grief could be weighed, and my misfortune laid on the scales too!
3But because it is heavier than the sand of the sea, that is why my words have been wild.
4For the arrows of the Almighty are within me; my spirit drinks their poison; God’s sudden terrors are arrayed against me.
7I have refused to touch such things; they are like loathsome food to me.
9O Lord, you understand my heart’s desire; my groaning is not hidden from you.
21and he contends with God on behalf of man as a man pleads for his friend.
18Then I said,“There is no cure for my grief! I am sick at heart!
13The Possibility of Another Life“O that you would hide me in Sheol, and conceal me till your anger has passed! O that you would set me a time and then remember me!
8Blessings for the One Who Seeks God“But as for me, I would seek God, and to God I would set forth my case.
20Are not my days few? Cease, then, and leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
2“O that I could be as I was in the months now gone, in the days when God watched over me,
7Two things I have asked from you; do not refuse me before I die:
6I say,“I wish I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and settle in a safe place!
15so that I would prefer strangling, and death more than life.
16I loathe it; I do not want to live forever; leave me alone, for my days are a vapor!
5But if only God would speak, if only he would open his lips against you,
36But Job will be tested to the end, because his answers are like those of wicked men.
13Turn your angry gaze away from me, so I can be happy before I pass away.
22ת(Tav) Let all their wickedness come before you; afflict them just as you have afflicted me because of all my acts of rebellion. For my groans are many, and my heart is sick with sorrow.
6Abandonment by God and Man“But if I speak, my pain is not relieved, and if I refrain from speaking– how much of it goes away?
21Have pity on me, my friends, have pity on me, for the hand of God has struck me.
3So now, LORD, kill me instead, because I would rather die than live!”
13Is not my power to help myself nothing, and has not every resource been driven from me?
5If only I were predisposed to keep your statutes!
3But I wish to speak to the Almighty, and I desire to argue my case with God.
24For my sighing comes in place of my food, and my groanings flow forth like water.
8To you, O LORD, I cried out; I begged the Lord for mercy:
1(8:23) I wish that my head were a well full of water and my eyes were a fountain full of tears! If they were, I could cry day and night for those of my dear people who have been killed.
22then let my arm fall from the shoulder, let my arm be broken off at the socket.
8Also, when I cry out desperately for help, he has shut out my prayer.
2Have mercy on me, LORD, for I am frail! Heal me, LORD, for my bones are shaking!
3I am absolutely terrified, and you, LORD– how long will this continue?
18An Appeal for Relief“Why then did you bring me out from the womb? I should have died and no eye would have seen me!
1My spirit is broken, my days have faded out, the grave awaits me.
20I desperately long to know your regulations at all times.
6I call to you for you will answer me, O God. Listen to me! Hear what I say!
17For I am about to stumble, and I am in constant pain.
19He has flung me into the mud, and I have come to resemble dust and ashes.
9Have mercy on me, LORD, for I am in distress! My eyes grow dim from suffering. I have lost my strength.