Job 30:31
Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
These verses are found using AI-powered semantic similarity based on meaning and context. Results may occasionally include unexpected connections.
30 My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
15 The joy of our heart is ceased; Our dance is turned into mourning.
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 Gladness is taken away, and joy out of the fruitful field; and in the vineyards there shall be no singing, neither joyful noise: nobody shall tread out wine in the presses; I have made the [vintage] shout to cease.
11 Why my heart sounds like a harp for Moab, and my inward parts for Kir Heres.
9 Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am in distress. My eye, my soul, and my body waste away with grief.
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, My years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
4 Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.
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.
11 You have turned my mourning into dancing for me. You have removed my sackcloth, and clothed me with gladness,
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning, My bones stick to my skin.
15 I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, And have thrust my horn in the dust.
16 My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.
6 "But he has made me a byword of the people. They spit in my face.
7 My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.
18 Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me.
8 Mourn like a virgin dressed in sackcloth for the husband of her youth!
31 Therefore will I wail for Moab; yes, I will cry out for all Moab: for the men of Kir Heres shall they mourn.
21 For my soul was grieved. I was embittered in my heart.
10 I will turn your feasts into mourning, And all your songs into lamentation; And I will make you wear sackcloth on all your bodies, And baldness on every head. I will make it like the mourning for an only son, And the end of it like a bitter 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.
12 Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by? Look, and see if there be any sorrow like my sorrow, which is brought on me, With which Yahweh has afflicted [me] in the day of his fierce anger.
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 The new wine mourns, the vine languishes, all the merry-hearted do sigh.
8 The mirth of tambourines ceases, the noise of those who rejoice ends, the joy of the harp ceases.
4 My heart is severely pained within me. The terrors of death have fallen on me.
36 Therefore my heart sounds for Moab like pipes, and my heart sounds like pipes for the men of Kir Heres: therefore the abundance that he has gotten is perished.
16 For these things I weep; my eye, my eye runs down with water; Because the comforter who should refresh my soul is far from me: My children are desolate, because the enemy has prevailed.
6 I am pained and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.
3 Surely against me he turns his hand again and again all the day.
4 My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
3 With the ten-stringed lute, with the harp, And with the melody of the lyre.
2 On the willows in the midst of it, We hung up our harps.
3 When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.
17 For I am ready to fall. My pain is continually before me.
38 If my land cries out against me, And the furrows of it weep together;
21 For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt: I mourn; dismay has taken hold on me.
24 For my sighing comes before I eat, My groanings are poured out like water.
3 My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"
11 He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.
14 I am become a derision to all my people, and their song all the day.
25 Didn't I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn't my soul grieved for the needy?
14 I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; It is melted within me.
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.
4 My heart flutters, horror has frightened me; the twilight that I desired has been turned into trembling to me.
8 For this I will lament and wail; I will go stripped and naked; I will howl like the jackals, And moan like the daughters of owls.