Job 6:12
Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
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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.
11 What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?
13 Isn't it that I have no help in me, That wisdom is driven quite from me?
18 His bones are like tubes of brass. His limbs are like bars of iron.
4 My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, My years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
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.
2 Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, Men in whom ripe age has perished?
14 Why should I take my flesh in my teeth, And put my life in my hand?
19 If it is a matter of strength, behold, he is mighty! If of justice, 'Who,' says he, 'will summon me?'
8 Will you even annul my judgment? Will you condemn me, that you may be justified?
9 Or have you an arm like God? Can you thunder with a voice like him?
18 I said, My strength is perished, and my expectation from Yahweh.
6 Would he contend with me in the greatness of his power? No, but he would listen to me.
26 My flesh and my heart fails, But God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
2 Iron is taken out of the earth, And copper is smelted out of the ore.
12 Can one break iron, even iron from the north, and brass?
5 Are your days as the days of mortals, Or your years as man's years,
6 That you inquire after my iniquity, And search after my sin?
10 My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.
19 Would your wealth sustain you in distress, Or all the might of your strength?
4 As for me, is my complaint to man? Why shouldn't I be impatient?
27 He counts iron as straw; And brass as rotten wood.
15 Where then is my hope? As for my hope, who shall see it?
18 By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
22 Then let my shoulder fall from the shoulder-blade, And my arm be broken from the bone.
12 Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, That you put a guard over me?
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning, My bones stick to my skin.
20 Aren't my days few? Cease then, Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
17 What is man, that you should magnify him, That you should set your mind on him,
23 He weakened my strength along the course. He shortened my days.
18 Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me.
1 "My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
4 "Yahweh, show me my end, What is the measure of my days. Let me know how frail I am.
24 "If I have made gold my hope, And have said to the fine gold, 'You are my confidence;'
12 Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should suck?
6 Isn't your piety your confidence, The integrity of your ways your hope?
2 Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint. Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
2 For you are the God of my strength. Why have you rejected me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
3 Yahweh, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?
2 "How have you helped him who is without power! How have you saved the arm that has no strength!
3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas, Therefore have my words been rash.
23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can't be moved.
11 You have clothed me with skin and flesh, And knit me together with bones and sinews.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
8 I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned by reason of the anguish of my heart.
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.
3 For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a firebrand.
9 "What profit is there in my destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth?