Job 19:23
If only my words might be recorded! if they might be put in writing in a book!
If only my words might be recorded! if they might be put in writing in a book!
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24And with an iron pen and lead be cut into the rock for ever!
35If only God would give ear to me, and the Ruler of all would give me an answer! or if what he has against me had been put in writing!
36Truly I would take up the book in my hands; it would be to me as a crown;
8If only I might have an answer to my prayer, and God would give me my desire!
9If only he would be pleased to put an end to me; and would let loose his hand, so that I might be cut off!
10So I would still have comfort, and I would have joy in the pains of death, for I have not been false to the words of the Holy One.
2Even today my outcry is bitter; his hand is hard on my sorrow.
3If only I had knowledge of where he might be seen, so that I might come even to his seat!
4I would put my cause in order before him, and my mouth would be full of arguments.
5I would see what his answers would be, and have knowledge of what he would say to me.
21Have pity on me, have pity on me, O my friends! for the hand of God is on me.
22Why are you cruel to me, like God, for ever saying evil against me?
2If only my passion might be measured, and put into the scales against my trouble!
3For then its weight would be more than the sand of the seas: because of this my words have been uncontrolled.
5If only my ways were ordered so that I might keep your rules!
2If only I might again be as I was in the months which are past, in the days when God was watching over me!
13If only you would keep me safe in the underworld, putting me in a secret place till your wrath is past, giving me a fixed time when I might come to your memory again!
8Now go, put it in writing before them on a board, and make a record of it in a book, so that it may be for the future, a witness for all time to come.
1If only my head was a stream of waters and my eyes fountains of weeping, so that I might go on weeping day and night for the dead of the daughter of my people!
21Give ear to the voice of my grief; I have no comforter; all my haters have news of my troubles, they are glad because you have done it: let the day of fate come when they will be like me.
22Let all their evil-doing come before you; do to them as you have done to me for all my sins: for loud is the sound of my grief, and the strength of my heart is gone.
2How long will you make my life bitter, crushing me with words?
5But if only God would take up the word, opening his lips in argument with you;
19Even now my witness is in heaven, and the supporter of my cause is on high.
20My friends make sport of me; to God my eyes are weeping,
36May Job be tested to the end, because his answers have been like those of evil men.
15My throat is dry like a broken vessel; my tongue is fixed to the roof of my mouth, and the dust of death is on my lips.
19Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
9And if I say, I will not keep him in mind, I will not say another word in his name; then it is in my heart like a burning fire shut up in my bones, and I am tired of keeping myself in, I am not able to do it.
9He has put up a wall of cut stones about my ways, he has made my roads twisted.
15See, they say to me, Where is the word of the Lord? let it come now.
21My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
16I said, Let them not be glad over me; when my foot is moved, let them not be lifted up with pride against me.
17My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
2The Lord, the God of Israel, has said, Put down in a book all the words which I have said to you.
9Lord, all my desire is before you; my sorrow is not kept secret from you.
18Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
22And as for me, I said in my fear, I am cut off from before your eyes; but you gave ear to the voice of my prayer, when my cry went up to you.
11He puts chains on my feet; he is watching all my ways.
7There an upright man might put his cause before him; and I would be free for ever from my judge.
26For you put bitter things on record against me, and send punishment on me for the sins of my early years;
19But I was like a gentle lamb taken to be put to death; I had no thought that they were designing evil against me, saying, Come and let us make trouble his food, cutting him off from the land of the living, so that there may be no more memory of his name.
24In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.
19Do not be far from me, O Lord: O my strength, come quickly to my help.
17I am able to see all my bones; their looks are fixed on me:
20Are not the days of my life small in number? Let your eyes be turned away from me, so that I may have a little pleasure,
1<To the chief music-maker; put to Shoshannim. Of the sons of Korah. Maschil. A Song of loves.> My heart is flowing over with good things; my words are of that which I have made for a king; my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
22May my arm be pulled from my body, and be broken from its base.
28If you say, How cruel we will be to him! because the root of sin is clearly in him:
10No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.