Job 13:14
Why should I take my flesh in my teeth, And put my life in my hand?
Why should I take my flesh in my teeth, And put my life in my hand?
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15Behold, he will kill me; I have no hope. Nevertheless, I will maintain my ways before him.
13"Be silent, leave me alone, that I may speak. Let come on me what will.
19Who is he who will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the spirit.
20"Only don't do two things to me; Then I will not hide myself from your face:
21Withdraw your hand far from me; And don't let your terror make me afraid.
22Then call, and I will answer; Or let me speak, and you answer me.
9Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
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?
15So that my soul chooses strangling, Death rather than my bones.
16I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone; for my days are but a breath.
20My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh. I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
21"Have pity on me, have pity on me, you my friends; For the hand of God has touched me.
4As for me, is my complaint to man? Why shouldn't I be impatient?
20Aren't my days few? Cease then, Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
22Then let my shoulder fall from the shoulder-blade, And my arm be broken from the bone.
23For calamity from God is a terror to me, By reason of his majesty I can do nothing.
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.
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!
14If a man dies, shall he live again? All the days of my warfare would I wait, Until my release should come.
13Isn't it that I have no help in me, That wisdom is driven quite from me?
34Let him take his rod away from me, Let his terror not make me afraid:
35Then I would speak, and not fear him, For I am not so in myself.
26After my skin is destroyed, Then in my flesh shall I see God,
27Whom I, even I, shall see on my side. My eyes shall see, and not as a stranger. "My heart is consumed within me.
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.
2I will tell God, 'Do not condemn me, Show me why you contend with me.
5Far be it from me that I should justify you. Until I die I will not put away my integrity from me.
6I hold fast to my righteousness, and will not let it go. My heart shall not reproach me so long as I live.
13That you turn your spirit against God, And let such words go out of your mouth?
24Why hide you your face, And hold me for your enemy?
3"Surely I would speak to the Almighty. I desire to reason with God.
10Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
3Therefore now, Yahweh, take, I beg you, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live."
15What 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.
9He said to me, Stand, I pray you, beside me, and kill me; for anguish has taken hold of me, because my life is yet whole in me.
5Or else let him take hold of my strength, that he may make peace with me; [yes], let him make peace with me.
5But put forth your hand now, and touch his bone and his flesh, and he will renounce you to your face."
9He has torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me; He has gnashed on me with his teeth: My adversary sharpens his eyes on me.
7There the upright might reason with him, So I should be delivered forever from my judge.
13I 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.
40For I lift up my hand to heaven, And say, As I live forever,
4My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
4For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, My spirit drinks up their poison. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.
12I 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.
15I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, And have thrust my horn in the dust.
2"As God lives, who has taken away my right, The Almighty, who has made my soul bitter.
3(For the length of my life is still in me, And the spirit of God is in my nostrils);
14How much less shall I answer him, Choose my words to argue with him?
25Because he has stretched out his hand against God, And behaves himself proudly against the Almighty;