Job 7:3
So am I made to possess months of misery, Wearisome nights are appointed to me.
So am I made to possess months of misery, Wearisome nights are appointed to me.
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4 When I lie down, I say, 'When shall I arise, and the night be gone?' I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
7 Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye shall no more see good.
1 "Isn't a man forced to labor on earth? Aren't his days like the days of a hired hand?
2 As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow, As a hireling who looks for his wages,
7 But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made desolate all my company.
5 He has built against me, and compassed me with gall and travail.
6 He has made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
7 He has walled me about, that I can't go forth; he has made my chain heavy.
6 I am weary with my groaning; Every night I flood my bed; I drench my couch with my tears.
7 My eye wastes away because of grief; It grows old because of all my adversaries.
40 Thus I was; in the day the drought consumed me, and the frost by night; and my sleep fled from my eyes.
6 As for that night, let thick darkness seize on it. Let it not rejoice among the days of the year. Let it not come into the number of the months.
7 Behold, let that night be barren. Let no joyful voice come therein.
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.
12 Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, That you put a guard over me?
13 When I say, 'My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint;'
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.
23 For all his days are sorrows, and his travail is grief; yes, even in the night his heart takes no rest. This also is vanity.
16 I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone; for my days are but a breath.
11 My days are past, my plans are broken off, As are the thoughts of my heart.
12 They change the night into day, Saying 'The light is near' in the presence of darkness.
13 If I look for Sheol as my house, If I have spread my couch in the darkness,
20 Aren't my days few? Cease then, Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
6 "But he has made me a byword of the people. They spit in my face.
7 My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.
1 I am the man that has seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.
2 He has led me and caused me to walk in darkness, and not in light.
3 Surely against me he turns his hand again and again all the day.
3 "Let the day perish in which I was born, The night which said, 'There is a man-child conceived.'
12 My 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.
13 I quieted [myself] until morning; as a lion, so he breaks all my bones: From day even to night will you make an end of me.
20 "Why is light given to him who is in misery, Life to the bitter in soul,
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, My years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
20 If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men? Why have you set me as a mark for you, So that I am a burden to myself?
21 Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I shall not be."
14 For all day long have I been plagued, And punished every morning.
3 When his lamp shone on my head, And by his light I walked through darkness;
1 "My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
11 He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.
16 Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, As infants who never saw light.
3 For the enemy pursues my soul. He has struck my life down to the ground. He has made me live in dark places, as those who have been long dead.
4 Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.
17 Because I was not cut off before the darkness, Neither did he cover the thick darkness from my face.
13 For now should I have lain down and been quiet. I should have slept, then I would have been at rest,
9 Let the stars of the twilight of it be dark. Let it look for light, but have none, Neither let it see the eyelids of the morning,
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!
19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.