Job 3:10
because it didn't shut up the doors of my mother's womb, nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.
because it didn't shut up the doors of my mother's womb, nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.
These verses are found using AI-powered semantic similarity based on meaning and context. Results may occasionally include unexpected connections.
11"Why didn't I die from the womb? Why didn't I give up the spirit when my mother bore me?
12Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should nurse?
13For now should I have lain down and been quiet. I should have slept, then I would have been at rest,
17because he didn't kill me from the womb; and so my mother would have been my grave, and her womb always great.
18Why came I forth out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
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.
19I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20Aren't my days few? Cease then. Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
16or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, as infants who never saw light.
9Let the stars of its twilight be dark. Let it look for light, but have none, neither let it see the eyelids of the morning,
3"Let the day perish in which I was born, the night which said, 'There is a boy conceived.'
4Let that day be darkness. Don't let God from above seek for it, neither let the light shine on it.
17Because I was not cut off before the darkness, neither did he cover the thick darkness from my face.
8"Or who shut up the sea with doors, when it broke forth from the womb,
10Be 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.
9But you brought me out of the womb. You made me trust at my mother's breasts.
10I was thrown on you from my mother's womb. You are my God since my mother bore me.
14Cursed is the day in which I was born: don't let the day in which my mother bore me be blessed.
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.
15Didn't he who made me in the womb make him? Didn't one fashion us in the womb?
16"If I have withheld the poor from their desire, or have caused the eyes of the widow to fail,
23Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden, whom God has hedged in?
24For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.
18(no, from my youth he grew up with me as with a father, her have I guided from my mother's womb);
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!
3Therefore my thighs are filled with anguish. Pains have taken hold on me, like the pains of a woman in labor. I am in so much pain that I can't hear. I so am dismayed that I can't see.
13The sorrows of a travailing woman will come on him. He is an unwise son; for when it is time, he doesn't come to the opening of the womb.
3For I was a son to my father, tender and an only child in the sight of my mother.
6He has made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
7He has walled me about, that I can't go forth; he has made my chain heavy.
8Yes, when I cry, and call for help, he shuts out my prayer.
9He has walled up my ways with cut stone; he has made my paths crooked.
16My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.
25Didn't I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn't my soul grieved for the needy?
10Woe is me, my mother, that you have borne me a man of strife and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have not lent, neither have men lent to me; [yet] everyone of them does curse me.
15where then is my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
6I have relied on you from the womb. You are he who took me out of my mother's womb. I will always praise you.
13For you formed my inmost being. You knit me together in my mother's womb.
20"Why is light given to him who is in misery, life to the bitter in soul,
15My frame wasn't hidden from you, when I was made in secret, woven together in the depths of the earth.
3The cords of death surrounded me, the pains of Sheol got a hold of me. I found trouble and sorrow.
13If I look for Sheol as my house, if I have spread my couch in the darkness,
8He has walled up my way so that I can't pass, and has set darkness in my paths.
17Have the gates of death been revealed to you? Or have you seen the gates of the shadow of death?
1"Man, who is born of a woman, is of few days, and full of trouble.
16For these things I weep; my eye, my eye runs down with water; Because the comforter who should refresh my soul is far from me: My children are desolate, because the enemy has prevailed.
13Isn't it that I have no help in me, That wisdom is driven quite from me?
27My heart is troubled, and doesn't rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
18Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! My heart is faint within me.
3Do you open your eyes on such a one, and bring me into judgment with you?