Job 6:9
Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
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8"Oh that I might have my request; That God would grant the thing that I long for!
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?
22Then let my shoulder fall from the shoulder-blade, And my arm be broken from the bone.
23For calamity from God is a terror to me, By reason of his majesty I can do nothing.
10Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
20Aren't my days few? Cease then, Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
15So that my soul chooses strangling, Death rather than my bones.
16I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone; for my days are but a breath.
13"Be silent, leave me alone, that I may speak. Let come on me what will.
14Why should I take my flesh in my teeth, And put my life in my hand?
15Behold, he will kill me; I have no hope. Nevertheless, I will maintain my ways before him.
2"Oh that my anguish were weighed, And all my calamity laid in the balances!
3For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas, Therefore have my words been rash.
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.
6Know now that God has subverted me, And has surrounded me with his net.
3Therefore now, Yahweh, take, I beg you, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live."
11He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.
23"Oh that my words were now written! Oh that they were inscribed in a book!
15If you deal thus with me, please kill me out of hand, if I have found favor in your sight; and let me not see my wretchedness.
12I was at ease, and he broke me apart. Yes, he has taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces. He has also set me up for his target.
34Let him take his rod away from me, Let his terror not make me afraid:
10He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone. My hope he has plucked up like a tree.
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.
31Yet you will plunge me in the ditch. My own clothes shall abhor me.
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!
21"Have pity on me, have pity on me, you my friends; For the hand of God has touched me.
3Oh that I knew where I might find him! That I might come even to his seat!
19Who is he who will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the spirit.
23Or, 'Deliver me from the adversary's hand?' Or, 'Redeem me from the hand of the oppressors?'
13Isn't it that I have no help in me, That wisdom is driven quite from me?
8'Your hands have framed me and fashioned me altogether; Yet you destroy me.
8Then let me sow, and let another eat; Yes, let the produce of my field be rooted out.
22"It is all the same. Therefore I say, He destroys the blameless and the wicked.
29"If I have rejoiced at the destruction of him who hated me, Or lifted up myself when evil found him;
8Will you even annul my judgment? Will you condemn me, that you may be justified?
6Would he contend with me in the greatness of his power? No, but he would listen to me.
7There the upright might reason with him, So I should be delivered forever from my judge.
18He will not allow me to take my breath, But fills me with bitterness.
21Withdraw your hand far from me; And don't let your terror make me afraid.
5But oh that God would speak, And open his lips against you,
12My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me as a shepherd's tent: I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life; he will cut me off from the loom: From day even to night will you make an end of me.
13Be pleased, Yahweh, to deliver me. Hurry to help me, Yahweh.
13Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go away, and be no more."
8"But as for me, I would seek God, To God would I commit my cause;
18Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me.
35Oh that I had one to hear me! (Behold, here is my signature, let the Almighty answer me); Let the accuser write my indictment!
22For it hurls at him, and does not spare, As he flees away from his hand.
36I wish that Job were tried to the end, Because of his answering like wicked men.
12For it is a fire that consumes to destruction, And would root out all my increase.