Isaiah 38:12
My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me as 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 will you make an end of me.
My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me as 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 will you make an end of me.
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13 I quieted [myself] until morning; as a lion, so he breaks all my bones: From day even to night will you make an end of me.
10 I said, In the noontide of my days I shall go into the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
11 I said, I shall not see Yah, Yah in the land of the living: I shall see man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
7 Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye shall no more see good.
8 The eye of him who sees me shall see me no more. Your eyes shall be on me, but I shall not be.
11 My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.
23 He weakened my strength along the course. He shortened my days.
11 My days are past, my plans are broken off, As are the thoughts of my heart.
20 Aren't my days few? Cease then, Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, My years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
10 My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.
20 My tent is destroyed, and all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth from me, and they are no more: there is none to spread my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
11 He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.
15 What shall I say? he has both spoken to me, and himself has done it: I shall go softly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul.
9 He has stripped me of my glory, And taken the crown from my head.
10 He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone. My hope he has plucked up like a tree.
16 "Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
18 By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
1 "My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
7 But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made desolate all my company.
8 You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me, It testifies to my face.
15 I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.
16 Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.
15 My 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.
13 Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go away, and be no more."
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.
7 My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.
10 Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
18 I said, My strength is perished, and my expectation from Yahweh.
4 "Yahweh, show me my end, What is the measure of my days. Let me know how frail I am.
5 Behold, you have made my days handbreadths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath." Selah.
28 Though I am decaying like a rotten thing, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.
4 My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
3 For the enemy pursues my soul. He has struck my life down to the ground. He has made me live in dark places, as those who have been long dead.
8 You have taken my friends from me. You have made me an abomination to them. I am confined, and I can't escape.
40 Thus I was; in the day the drought consumed me, and the frost by night; and my sleep fled from my eyes.
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!
19 But I was like a gentle lamb that is led to the slaughter; and I didn't know that they had devised devices against me, [saying], Let us destroy the tree with the fruit of it, and let us cut him off from the land of the living, that his name may be no more remembered.
16 I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone; for my days are but a breath.
47 Remember how short my time is! For what vanity have you created all the children of men!
6 I am pained and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.
13 If I look for Sheol as my house, If I have spread my couch in the darkness,
23 I fade away like an evening shadow. I am shaken off like a locust.
53 They have cut off my life in the dungeon, and have cast a stone on me.
9 Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
22 Yes, his soul draws near to the pit, And his life to the destroyers.
3 For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a firebrand.