Job 10:1
"My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
"My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
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11 "Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12 Am I a sea, or a sea monster, that you put a guard over me?
13 When I say, 'My bed shall comfort me. My couch shall ease my complaint;'
2 I will tell God, 'Do not condemn me. Show me why you contend with me.
15 What will I say? He has both spoken to me, and himself has done it. I will walk carefully all my years because of the anguish of my soul.
4 As for me, is my complaint to man? Why shouldn't I be impatient?
18 He will not allow me to catch my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
9 Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am in distress. My eye, my soul, and my body waste away with grief.
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
20 Aren't my days few? Cease then. Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
27 If I say, 'I will forget my complaint, I will put off my sad face, and cheer up;'
28 I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that you will not hold me innocent.
16 "Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
2 "Even today my complaint is rebellious. His hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.
3 For the enemy pursues my soul. He has struck my life down to the ground. He has made me live in dark places, as those who have been long dead.
4 Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.
15 so that my soul chooses strangling, death rather than my bones.
16 I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
19 Who is he who will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the spirit.
3 For my soul is full of troubles. My life draws near to Sheol.
2 I pour out my complaint before him. I tell him my troubles.
9 even that it would please God to crush me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
10 Be it still my consolation, yes, let me exult in pain that doesn't spare, that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
1 "My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
13 "Be silent, leave me alone, that I may speak. Let come on me what will.
14 Why should I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand?
15 Behold, he will kill me. I have no hope. Nevertheless, I will maintain my ways before him.
24 For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.
2 "As God lives, who has taken away my right, the Almighty, who has made my soul bitter.
18 Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! My heart is faint within me.
2 How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart every day? How long shall my enemy triumph over me?
6 "Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?
7 But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made desolate all my company.
3 Therefore now, Yahweh, take, I beg you, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live."
3 My soul is also in great anguish. But you, Yahweh--how long?
2 "How long will you torment me, and crush me with words?
17 For I am ready to fall. My pain is continually before me.
10 I said, "In the middle of my life I go into the gates of Sheol. I am deprived of the residue of my years."
2 Attend to me, and answer me. I am restless in my complaint, and moan,
20 "Why is light given to him who is in misery, life to the bitter in soul,
19 Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is [my] grief, and I must bear it.
6 I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.
9 I will ask God, my rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?"
10 Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
18 "'Why, then, have you brought me forth out of the womb? I wish I had given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me.
22 Let all their wickedness come before you; Do to them, as you have done to me for all my transgressions: For my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.
3 I remember God, and I groan. I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed. Selah.
11 Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him, the saving help of my countenance, and my God.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.
4 My heart is severely pained within me. The terrors of death have fallen on me.