Job 6:12
Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
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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.
11What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?
13Isn't it that I have no help in me, That wisdom is driven quite from me?
18His bones are like tubes of brass. His limbs are like bars of iron.
4My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
10For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
15My 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.
2Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
14Why should I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand?
19If it is a matter of strength, behold, he is mighty! If of justice, 'Who,' says he, 'will summon me?'
8Will you even annul my judgment? Will you condemn me, that you may be justified?
9Or do you have an arm like God? Can you thunder with a voice like him?
18I said, My strength is perished, and my expectation from Yahweh.
6Would he contend with me in the greatness of his power? No, but he would listen to me.
26My flesh and my heart fails, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
2Iron is taken out of the earth, and copper is smelted out of the ore.
12Can one break iron, even iron from the north, and brass?
5Are your days as the days of mortals, or your years as man's years,
6that you inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
10My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.
19Would your wealth sustain you in distress, or all the might of your strength?
4As for me, is my complaint to man? Why shouldn't I be impatient?
27He counts iron as straw; and brass as rotten wood.
15where then is my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
18By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
19He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
22then let my shoulder fall from the shoulder blade, and my arm be broken from the bone.
12Am I a sea, or a sea monster, that you put a guard over me?
5By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.
20Aren't my days few? Cease then. Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
17What is man, that you should magnify him, that you should set your mind on him,
23He weakened my strength along the course. He shortened my days.
18Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! My heart is faint within me.
1"My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
4"Yahweh, show me my end, what is the measure of my days. Let me know how frail I am.
24"If I have made gold my hope, and have said to the fine gold, 'You are my confidence;'
12Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should nurse?
6Isn't your piety your confidence? Isn't the integrity of your ways your hope?
2Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint. Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
2For you are the God of my strength. Why have you rejected me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
3Yahweh, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?
2"How have you helped him who is without power! How have you saved the arm that has no strength!
3For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas, therefore have my words been rash.
23The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can't be moved.
11You have clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
8I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned by reason of the anguish of my heart.
13From 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.
3For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch.
9"What profit is there in my destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth?