Job 6:10
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.
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.
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8 "Oh that I might have my request; That God would grant the thing that I long for!
9 Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
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.
19 I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20 Aren't my days few? Cease then, Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
11 What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?
5 But I would strengthen you with my mouth. The solace of my lips would relieve you.
6 "Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?
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.
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.
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.
5 I would know the words which he would answer me, And understand what he would tell me.
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 Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint 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.
2 I will tell God, 'Do not condemn me, Show me why you contend with me.
19 Who is he who will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the spirit.
4 As for me, is my complaint to man? Why shouldn't I be impatient?
6 Notwithstanding my right I am considered a liar; My wound is incurable, though I am without disobedience.'
13 Isn't it that I have no help in me, That wisdom is driven quite from me?
14 "To him who is ready to faint, kindness should be shown from his friend; Even to him who forsakes the fear of the Almighty.
34 Let him take his rod away from me, Let his terror not make me afraid:
35 Then I would speak, and not fear him, For I am not so in myself.
1 Then Job answered,
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.
3 "Surely I would speak to the Almighty. I desire to reason with God.
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!
23 For calamity from God is a terror to me, By reason of his majesty I can do nothing.
5 Far be it from me that I should justify you. Until I die I will not put away my integrity from me.
6 I hold fast to my righteousness, and will not let it go. My heart shall not reproach me so long as I live.
15 Whom, though I were righteous, yet would I not answer. I would make supplication to my judge.
21 "Have pity on me, have pity on me, you my friends; For the hand of God has touched me.
15 If I am wicked, woe to me. If I am righteous, I still shall not lift up my head, Being filled with disgrace, And conscious of my affliction.
16 For God has made my heart faint. The Almighty has terrified me.
17 Because I was not cut off before the darkness, Neither did he cover the thick darkness from my face.
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.
8 "But as for me, I would seek God, To God would I commit my cause;
10 Because it didn't shut up the doors of my mother's womb, Nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.
27 Whom I, even I, shall see on my side. My eyes shall see, and not as a stranger. "My heart is consumed within me.
19 Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is [my] grief, and I must bear it.
3 Oh that I knew where I might find him! That I might come even to his seat!
16 I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone; for my days are but a breath.
15 I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, And have thrust my horn in the dust.
36 Surely I would carry it on my shoulder; And I would bind it to me as a crown.