Job 30:28
I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
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25 Didn't I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn't my soul grieved for the needy?
26 When I looked for good, then evil came; When I waited for light, there came darkness.
27 My heart is troubled, and doesn't rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
6 I am pained and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.
29 I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
30 My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
31 Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
20 I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.
14 I behaved myself as though it had been my friend or my brother. I bowed down mourning, as one who mourns his mother.
15 But in my adversity, they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together. The attackers gathered themselves together against me, and I didn't know it. They tore at me, and didn't cease.
15 I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and have thrust my horn in the dust.
16 My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.
8 I cried to you, Yahweh. To Yahweh I made supplication:
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.
14 I chattered like a swallow or a crane. I moaned like a dove. My eyes weaken looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed. Be my security."
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.
3 When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.
17 For I am ready to fall. My pain is continually before me.
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"
4 These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, how I used to go with the crowd, and led them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a holy day.
16 "Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
18 Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! My heart is faint within me.
17 I didn't sit in the assembly of those who make merry, nor rejoiced; I sat alone because of your hand; for you have filled me with indignation.
8 I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned by reason of the anguish of my heart.
2 Attend to me, and answer me. I am restless in my complaint, and moan,
1 To you, Yahweh, I call. My rock, don't be deaf to me; lest, if you are silent to me, I would become like those who go down into the pit.
24 For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.
7 "Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard. I cry for help, but there is no justice.
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 See, Yahweh; for I am in distress; my heart is troubled; My heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: Abroad the sword bereaves, at home there is as death.
1 I cry with my voice to Yahweh. With my voice, I ask Yahweh for mercy.
2 I pour out my complaint before him. I tell him my troubles.
7 when I went forth to the city gate, when I prepared my seat in the street.
7 My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.
4 Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.
9 I will ask God, my rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?"
8 For this I will lament and wail; I will go stripped and naked; I will howl like the jackals, and moan like the daughters of owls.
8 You have taken my friends from me. You have made me an abomination to them. I am confined, and I can't escape.
9 My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, Yahweh. I have spread out my hands to you.
8 Yes, when I cry, and call for help, he shuts out my prayer.
1 I am the man that has seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.
22 As for me, I said in my haste, "I am cut off from before your eyes." Nevertheless you heard the voice of my petitions when I cried to you.
10 My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.
2 I was mute with silence. I held my peace, even from good. My sorrow was stirred.
2 In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord. My hand was stretched out in the night, and didn't get tired. My soul refused to be comforted.
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.
13 From on high has he sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them; He has spread a net for my feet, he has turned me back: He has made me desolate and faint all the day.
34 because I feared the great multitude, and the contempt of families terrified me, so that I kept silence, and didn't go out of the door--
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.