13 When I think my bed will comfort me and my couch will ease my complaint, 14 then You frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions, 15 so that I would prefer strangling and death over my life in this body.
Job 7:13–15
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Jeremiah 8:17–19
17 “For behold, I will send snakes among you, vipers that cannot be charmed, and they will bite you,” declares the LORD. 18 My sorrow is beyond healing; my heart is faint within me. 19 Listen to the cry of the daughter of my people from a land far away: “Is the LORD no…
Job 17:12–14
12 They have turned night into day, making light seem near in the face of darkness. 13 If I look for Sheol as my home, if I spread out my bed in darkness, 14 and say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’
Job 9:30–32
30 If I should wash myself with snow and cleanse my hands with lye, 31 then You would plunge me into the pit, and even my own clothes would despise me. 32 For He is not a man like me, that I can answer Him, that we can take each other to court.
Job 6:8–10
8 If only my request were granted and God would fulfill my hope: 9 that God would be willing to crush me, to unleash His hand and cut me off! 10 It still brings me comfort, and joy through unrelenting pain, that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
Job 3:20–22
20 Why is light given to the miserable, and life to the bitter of soul, 21 who long for death that does not come, and search for it like hidden treasure, 22 who rejoice and greatly exult when they can find the grave?
Psalms 88:14–16
14 Why, O LORD, do You reject me? Why do You hide Your face from me? 15 From my youth I was afflicted and near death. I have borne Your terrors; I am in despair. 16 Your wrath has swept over me; Your terrors have destroyed me.
Psalms 55:3–5
3 at the voice of the enemy, at the pressure of the wicked. For they release disaster upon me and revile me in their anger. 4 My heart murmurs within me, and the terrors of death assail me. 5 Fear and trembling grip me, and horror has overwhelmed me.
Job 16:15–17
15 I have sewn sackcloth over my skin; I have buried my horn in the dust. 16 My face is red with weeping, and deep shadows ring my eyes; 17 yet my hands are free of violence and my prayer is pure.
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