Job 6:3
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas, Therefore have my words been rash.
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas, Therefore have my words been rash.
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1Then Job answered,
2"Oh that my anguish were weighed, And all my calamity laid in the balances!
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.
24For my sighing comes before I eat, My groanings are poured out like water.
25For the thing which I fear comes on me, That which I am afraid of comes to me.
7My soul refuses to touch them; They are as loathsome food to me.
8"Oh that I might have my request; That God would grant the thing that I long for!
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?
6He has made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
7He has walled me about, that I can't go forth; he has made my chain heavy.
23"Oh that my words were now written! Oh that they were inscribed in a book!
16"Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
20Shall it be told him that I would speak? Or should a man wish that he were swallowed up?
4Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.
6"Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?
7But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made desolate all my company.
6Know now that God has subverted me, And has surrounded me with his net.
19He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
13Isn't it that I have no help in me, That wisdom is driven quite from me?
2"Even today is my complaint rebellious. His hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.
16He has also broken my teeth with gravel stones; he has covered me with ashes.
17You have removed my soul far off from peace; I forgot prosperity.
18I said, My strength is perished, and my expectation from Yahweh.
4For my iniquities have gone over my head. As a heavy burden, they are too heavy for me.
11He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.
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.
12Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, That you put a guard over me?
18He will not allow me to take my breath, But fills me with bitterness.
23For calamity from God is a terror to me, By reason of his majesty I can do nothing.
19Who is he who will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the spirit.
3For you threw me into the depths, In the heart of the seas. The flood was all around me. All your waves and your billows passed over me.
36Surely I would carry it on my shoulder; And I would bind it to me as a crown.
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
9He has walled up my ways with hewn stone; he has made my paths crooked.
53They have cut off my life in the dungeon, and have cast a stone on me.
54Waters flowed over my head; I said, I am cut off.
18For I am full of words. The spirit within me constrains me.
13From 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.
9The measure of it is longer than the earth, And broader than the sea.
2"How long will you torment me, And crush me with words?
10For my life is spent with sorrow, My years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
11My days are past, my plans are broken off, As are the thoughts of my heart.
15My 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.
6I am weary with my groaning; Every night I flood my bed; I drench my couch with my tears.
20Aren't my days few? Cease then, Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
12For innumerable evils have surrounded me. My iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to look up. They are more than the hairs of my head. My heart has failed me.
13His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.
11Or darkness, so that you can not see, And floods of waters cover you.