Job 14:22
But his flesh upon him hath pain, And his soul within him mourneth.
But his flesh upon him hath pain, And his soul within him mourneth.
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18 He keepeth back his soul from the pit, And his life from perishing by the sword.
19 He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, And with continual strife in his bones;
20 So that his life abhorreth bread, And his soul dainty food.
21 His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; And his bones that were not seen stick out.
22 Yea, his soul draweth near unto the pit, And his life to the destroyers.
21 His sons come to honor, and he knoweth it not; And they are brought low, but he perceiveth it not of them.
25 And another dieth in bitterness of soul, And never tasteth of good.
17 All his days also he eateth in darkness, and he is sore vexed, and hath sickness and wrath.
11 And thou mourn at thy latter end, When thy flesh and thy body are consumed,
10 His children shall seek the favor of the poor, And his hands shall give back his wealth.
11 His bones are full of his youth, But it shall lie down with him in the dust.
23 For all his days are [but] sorrows, and his travail is grief; yea, even in the night his heart taketh no rest. This also is vanity.
20 The wicked man travaileth with pain all his days, Even the number of years that are laid up for the oppressor.
21 A sound of terrors is in his ears; In prosperity the destroyer shall come upon him.
4 My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
13 The sorrows of a travailing woman shall come upon him: he is an unwise son; for it is time he should not tarry in the place of the breaking forth of children.
21 For my soul was grieved, And I was pricked in my heart:
22 In his neck abideth strength, And terror danceth before him.
24 Howbeit doth not one stretch out the hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
20 Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, And life unto the bitter in soul;
15 What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it: I shall go softly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul.
24 Distress and anguish make him afraid; They prevail against him, as a king ready to the battle.
16 And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the [pains] that gnaw me take no rest.
32 Yet shall he be borne to the grave, And men shall keep watch over the tomb.
12 From out of the populous city men groan, And the soul of the wounded crieth out: Yet God regardeth not the folly.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my flesh.
4 My heart is sore pained within me: And the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
15 Those that remain of him shall be buried in death, And his widows shall make no lamentation.
14 behold, my servants shall sing for joy of heart, but ye shall cry for sorrow of heart, and shall wail for vexation of spirit.
20 Because he knew no quietness within him, He shall not save aught of that wherein he delighteth.
12 His strength shall be hunger-bitten, And calamity shall be ready at his side.
13 The members of his body shall be devoured, [Yea], the first-born of death shall devour his members.
13 Even in laughter the heart is sorrowful; And the end of mirth is heaviness.
28 Let him sit alone and keep silence, because he hath laid it upon him.
3 Therefore are my loins filled with anguish; pangs have taken hold upon me, as the pangs of a woman in travail: I am pained so that I cannot hear; I am dismayed so that I cannot see.
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; My heart within me is desolate.
11 Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
19 He shall go to the generation of his fathers; They shall never see the light.
14 Yet his food in his bowels is turned, It is the gall of asps within him.
18 He shall be driven from light into darkness, And chased out of the world.
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, And my years with sighing: My strength faileth because of mine iniquity, And my bones are wasted away.
20 Let his own eyes see his destruction, And let him drink of the wrath of the Almighty.
21 For what careth he for his house after him, When the number of his months is cut off?
19 Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is [my] grief, and I must bear it.
17 The merciful man doeth good to his own soul; But he that is cruel troubleth his own flesh.
14 and those riches perish by evil adventure; and if he hath begotten a son, there is nothing in his hand.
6 Sigh therefore, thou son of man; with the breaking of thy loins and with bitterness shalt thou sigh before their eyes.
29 and if ye take this one also from me, and harm befall him, ye will bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to Sheol.
18 Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me.