Job 9:21
Perfect I am! -- I know not my soul, I despise my life.
Perfect I am! -- I know not my soul, I despise my life.
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19If of power, lo, the Strong One; And if of judgment -- who doth convene me?
20If I be righteous, Mine mouth doth declare me wicked, Perfect I am! -- it declareth me perverse.
22It is the same thing, therefore I said, `The perfect and the wicked He is consuming.'
27Though I say, `I forget my talking, I forsake my corner, and I brighten up!'
28I have been afraid of all my griefs, I have known that Thou dost not acquit me.
29I -- I am become wicked; why `is' this? `In' vain I labour.
30If I have washed myself with snow-water, And purified with soap my hands,
31Then in corruption Thou dost dip me, And my garments have abominated me.
16I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days `are' vanity.
14If I sinned, then Thou hast observed me, And from mine iniquity dost not acquit me,
15If I have done wickedly -- wo to me, And righteously -- I lift not up my head, Full of shame -- then see my affliction,
15Whom, though I were righteous, I answer not, For my judgment I make supplication.
35I speak, and do not fear Him, But I am not right with myself.
9That God would please -- and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!
10And yet it is my comfort, (And I exult in pain -- He doth not spare,) That I have not hidden The sayings of the Holy One.
9`Pure `am' I, without transgression, Innocent `am' I, and I have no iniquity.
24And I am perfect before Him, And I keep myself from mine iniquity.
9Who saith, `I have purified my heart, I have been cleansed from my sin?'
1My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2I say unto God, `Do not condemn me, Let me know why Thou dost strive `with' me.
6Therefore do I loathe `it', And I have repented on dust and ashes.
23And I am perfect with him, And I keep myself from mine iniquity.
14Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?
15Lo, He doth slay me -- I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue.
6He doth weigh me in righteous balances, And God doth know my integrity.
7If my step doth turn aside from the way, And after mine eyes hath my heart gone, And to my hands cleaved hath blemish,
20I have sinned, what do I to Thee, O watcher of man? Why hast Thou set me for a mark to Thee, And I am for a burden to myself -- and what?
21Thou dost not take away my transgression, And cause to pass away mine iniquity, Because now, for dust I lie down: And Thou hast sought me -- and I am not!
5Pollution to me -- if I justify you, Till I expire I turn not aside mine integrity from me.
6On my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it go, My heart doth not reproach me while I live.
19Who `is' he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
2Truly I have known that `it is' so, And what -- is man righteous with God?
4And also -- truly, I have erred, With me doth my error remain.
5If, truly, over me ye magnify yourselves, And decide against me my reproach;
19As I had not been, I am, From the belly to the grave I am brought,
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
32Besides `that which' I see, shew Thou me, If iniquity I have done -- I do not add?'
16And I think to know this, Perverseness it `is' in mine eyes,
23Search me, O God, and know my heart, Try me, and know my thoughts,
7For Thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is no deliverer from Thy hand.
11Lo, He goeth over by me, and I see not, And He passeth on, and I attend not to it.
27Whom I -- I see on my side, And mine eyes have beheld, and not a stranger, Consumed have been my reins in my bosom.
4I -- to man `is' my complaint? and if `so', wherefore May not my temper become short?
7There the upright doth reason with Him, And I escape for ever from my judge.
2I act wisely in a perfect way, When dost Thou come in unto me? I walk habitually in the integrity of my heart, In the midst of my house.
4`Cause me to know, O Jehovah, mine end, And the measure of my days -- what it `is',' I know how frail I `am'.
29If I rejoice at the ruin of my hater, And stirred up myself when evil found him,
11Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.
23All this I have tried by wisdom; I have said, `I am wise,' and it `is' far from me.
3`Who `is' this, hiding counsel without knowledge?' Therefore, I have declared, and understand not, Too wonderful for me, and I know not.