Job 29:18
Then I said, 'I shall die in my own house, I shall number my days as the sand.
Then I said, 'I shall die in my own house, I shall number my days as the sand.
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19 My root is spread out to the waters. The dew lies all night on my branch.
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."
11 I said, "I won't see Yah, Yah in the land of the living. I will see man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
12 My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me like a shepherd's tent. I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life. He will cut me off from the loom. From day even to night you will make an end of me.
13 I waited patiently until morning. He breaks all my bones like a lion. From day even to night you will make an end of me.
19 I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20 Aren't my days few? Cease then. Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
17 I broke the jaws of the unrighteous, and plucked the prey out of his teeth.
23 For I know that you will bring me to death, To the house appointed for all living.
22 For when a few years are come, I shall go the way of no return.
18 If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I wake up, I am still with you.
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.
13 "Oh that you would hide me in Sheol, that you would keep me secret, until your wrath is past, that you would appoint me a set time, and remember me!
14 If a man dies, shall he live again? All the days of my warfare would I wait, until my release should come.
1 "My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
10 Who can count the dust of Jacob, or number the fourth part of Israel? Let me die the death of the righteous! Let my last end be like his!"
14 My hand has found the riches of the peoples like a nest, and like one gathers eggs that are abandoned, have I gathered all the earth. There was no one who moved their wing, or that opened their mouth, or chirped."
13 For now should I have lain down and been quiet. I should have slept, then I would have been at rest,
13 If I look for Sheol as my house, if I have spread my couch in the darkness,
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.
11 What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?
13 When I say, 'My bed shall comfort me. My couch shall ease my complaint;'
4 When I lie down, I say, 'When shall I arise, and the night be gone?' I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.
11 My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.
6 I said, "Oh that I had wings like a dove! Then I would fly away, and be at rest.
24 I said, "My God, don't take me away in the midst of my days. Your years are throughout all generations.
11 My days are past, my plans are broken off, as are the thoughts of my heart.
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.
8 then let me sow, and let another eat. Yes, let the produce of my field be rooted out.
23 One dies in his full strength, being wholly at ease and quiet.
3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas, therefore have my words been rash.
4 as I was in the ripeness of my days, when the friendship of God was in my tent,
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.
6 As for me, I said in my prosperity, "I shall never be moved."
26 I said, I would scatter them afar. I would make the memory of them to cease from among men;
40 This was my situation: in the day the drought consumed me, and the frost by night; and my sleep fled from my eyes.
26 They lie down alike in the dust. The worm covers them.
9 If I take the wings of the dawn, and settle in the uttermost parts of the sea;
4 "Yahweh, show me my end, what is the measure of my days. Let me know how frail I am.
21 Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I shall not be."
12 You said, 'I will surely do you good, and make your seed as the sand of the sea, which can't be numbered because there are so many.'"
26 After my skin is destroyed, then in my flesh shall I see God,
27 Whom I, even I, shall see on my side. My eyes shall see, and not as a stranger. "My heart is consumed within me.
29 I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
26 On this I awakened, and saw; and my sleep was sweet to me.
17 I will not die, but live, and declare Yah's works.
18 Yah has punished me severely, but he has not given me over to death.