Job 6:9
even that it would please God to crush me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
even that it would please God to crush me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
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8 "Oh that I might have my request, that God would grant the thing that I long for,
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.
11 What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?
22 then let my shoulder fall from the shoulder blade, and my arm be broken from the bone.
23 For calamity from God is a terror to me. Because his majesty, I can do nothing.
10 Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
20 Aren't my days few? Cease then. Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
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.
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.
2 "Oh that my anguish were weighed, and all my calamity laid in the balances!
3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas, therefore have my words been rash.
4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me. My spirit drinks up their poison. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.
6 know now that God has subverted me, and has surrounded me with his net.
3 Therefore now, Yahweh, take, I beg you, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live."
11 He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.
23 "Oh that my words were now written! Oh that they were inscribed in a book!
15 If you treat me this way, please kill me right now, if I have found favor in your sight; and don't let me see my wretchedness."
12 I was at ease, and he broke me apart. Yes, he has taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces. He has also set me up for his target.
34 Let him take his rod away from me. Let his terror not make me afraid;
10 He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone. My hope he has plucked up like a tree.
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.
31 yet you will plunge me in the ditch. My own clothes shall abhor me.
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!
21 "Have pity on me, have pity on me, you my friends; for the hand of God has touched me.
3 Oh that I knew where I might find him! That I might come even to his seat!
19 Who is he who will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the spirit.
23 or, 'Deliver me from the adversary's hand?' or, 'Redeem me from the hand of the oppressors?'
13 Isn't it that I have no help in me, That wisdom is driven quite from me?
8 "'Your hands have framed me and fashioned me altogether, yet you destroy me.
8 then let me sow, and let another eat. Yes, let the produce of my field be rooted out.
22 "It is all the same. Therefore I say he destroys the blameless and the wicked.
29 "If I have rejoiced at the destruction of him who hated me, or lifted up myself when evil found him;
8 Will you even annul my judgment? Will you condemn me, that you may be justified?
6 Would he contend with me in the greatness of his power? No, but he would listen to me.
7 There the upright might reason with him, so I should be delivered forever from my judge.
18 He will not allow me to catch my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
21 withdraw your hand far from me; and don't let your terror make me afraid.
5 But oh that God would speak, and open his lips against you,
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 Be pleased, Yahweh, to deliver me. Hurry to help me, Yahweh.
13 Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away, and exist no more." For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.
8 "But as for me, I would seek God. I would commit my cause to God,
18 Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! My heart is faint within me.
35 oh that I had one to hear me! (behold, here is my signature, let the Almighty answer me); let the accuser write my indictment!
22 For it hurls at him, and does not spare, as he flees away from his hand.
36 I wish that Job were tried to the end, because of his answering like wicked men.
12 For it is a fire that consumes to destruction, and would root out all my increase.