Job 7:11
"Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
"Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
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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.
2 I will tell God, 'Do not condemn me. Show me why you contend with me.
12 Am I a sea, or a sea monster, that you put a guard over me?
13 When I say, 'My bed shall comfort me. My couch shall ease my complaint;'
4 As for me, is my complaint to man? Why shouldn't I be impatient?
18 He will not allow me to catch my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
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.
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.
19 Who is he who will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the spirit.
24 For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.
19 How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?
20 If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men? Why have you set me as a mark for you, so that I am a burden to myself?
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."
6 "Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?
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.
4 Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.
27 If I say, 'I will forget my complaint, I will put off my sad face, and cheer up;'
28 I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that you will not hold me innocent.
7 "Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard. I cry for help, but there is no justice.
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?
1 "My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
20 Aren't my days few? Cease then. Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
2 "Even today my complaint is rebellious. His hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.
27 My heart is troubled, and doesn't rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
28 I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
10 He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
2 "How long will you torment me, and crush me with words?
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.
20 I will speak, that I may be refreshed. I will open my lips and answer.
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.
21 For my soul was grieved. I was embittered in my heart.
2 I pour out my complaint before him. I tell him my troubles.
25 Didn't I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn't my soul grieved for the needy?
7 There the upright might reason with him, so I should be delivered forever from my judge.
13 That you turn your spirit against God, and let such words go out of your mouth?
6 I hold fast to my righteousness, and will not let it go. My heart shall not reproach me so long as I live.
17 For I am ready to fall. My pain is continually before me.
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
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.
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.
21 They have heard that I sigh; there is none to comfort me; All my enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that you have done it: You will bring the day that you have proclaimed, and they shall be like me.
10 because it didn't shut up the doors of my mother's womb, nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.
20 Shall it be told him that I would speak? Or should a man wish that he were swallowed up?
9 I will bear the indignation of Yahweh, because I have sinned against him, until he pleads my case, and executes judgment for me. He will bring me forth to the light. I will see his righteousness.
8 I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned by reason of the anguish of my heart.
3 (For the length of my life is still in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils);
30 (yes, I have not allowed my mouth to sin by asking his life with a curse);