Job 6:7
My soul refuses to touch them; They are as loathsome food to me.
My soul refuses to touch them; They are as loathsome food to me.
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20 So that his life abhors bread, And his soul dainty food.
21 His flesh is so consumed away, that it can't be seen; His bones that were not seen stick out.
6 Can that which has no flavor be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
18 Their soul abhors all kinds of food. They draw near to the gates of death.
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!
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.
7 A full soul loathes a honeycomb; But to a hungry soul, every bitter thing is sweet.
14 Then said I, Ah Lord Yahweh! behold, my soul has not been polluted; for from my youth up even until now have I not eaten of that which dies of itself, or is torn of animals; neither came there abominable flesh into my mouth.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
9 For I have eaten ashes like bread, And mixed my drink with tears,
4 My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, For I forget to eat my bread.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning, My bones stick to my skin.
15 So that my soul chooses strangling, Death rather than my bones.
16 I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone; for my days are but a breath.
31 If the men of my tent have not said, 'Who can find one who has not been filled with his meat?'
30 Is there injustice on my tongue? Can't my taste discern mischievous things?
11 All her people sigh, they seek bread; They have given their pleasant things for food to refresh the soul: Look, Yahweh, and see; for I am become abject.
25 Another dies in bitterness of soul, And never tastes of good.
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.
19 Remember my affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.
20 My soul still remembers them, and is bowed down within me.
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.
24 My knees are weak through fasting. My body is thin and lacks fat.
1 Misery is mine! Indeed, I am like one who gathers the summer fruits, as gleanings of the vinyard: There is no cluster of grapes to eat. My soul desires to eat the early fig.
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 My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"
18 Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me.
24 For my sighing comes before I eat, My groanings are poured out like water.
27 My heart is troubled, and doesn't rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
6 the person that touches any such shall be unclean until the evening, and shall not eat of the holy things, unless he bathe his body in water.
4 Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.
4 My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
21 For my soul was grieved. I was embittered in my heart.
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.
15 He has filled me with bitterness, he has sated me with wormwood.
16 He has also broken my teeth with gravel stones; he has covered me with ashes.
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.
3 My soul is also in great anguish. But you, Yahweh--how long?
22 But his flesh on him has pain; His soul within him mourns."
6 Therefore I abhor myself, And repent in dust and ashes."
15 I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, And have thrust my horn in the dust.
7 For my loins are filled with burning. There is no soundness in my flesh.
6 but now our soul is dried away; there is nothing at all save this manna to look on.
8 I cut off the three shepherds in one month; for my soul was weary of them, and their soul also loathed me.
19 I called for my lovers, [but] they deceived me: My priests and my elders gave up the spirit in the city, While they sought them food to refresh their souls.
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.