Job 16:15
I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And have laid my horn in the dust.
I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And have laid my horn in the dust.
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16My face is red with weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
18By [God's] great force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.
12I was at ease, and he brake me asunder; Yea, he hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces: He hath also set me up for his mark.
13His archers compass me round about; He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.
14He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He runneth upon me like a giant.
6Wherefore I abhor [myself], And repent in dust and ashes.
9He hath stripped me of my glory, And taken the crown from my head.
16He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones; he hath covered me with ashes.
11When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword unto them.
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
7But now he hath made me weary: Thou hast made desolate all my company.
8And thou hast laid fast hold on me, [which] is a witness [against me] : And my leanness riseth up against me, It testifieth to my face.
9He hath torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me; He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth: Mine adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
10They have gaped upon me with their mouth; They have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully: They gather themselves together against me.
31Yet wilt thou plunge me in the ditch, And mine own clothes shall abhor me.
16And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd; And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my flesh.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he hath made me desolate.
6I am pained and bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
13From on high hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them; He hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: He hath made me desolate and faint all the day.
14The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand; They are knit together, they are come up upon my neck; He hath made my strength to fail: The Lord hath delivered me into their hands, against whom I am not able to stand.
9For I have eaten ashes like bread, And mingled my drink with weeping,
13But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth: I afflicted my soul with fasting; And my prayer returned into mine own bosom.
14I behaved myself as though it had been my friend or my brother: I bowed down mourning, as one that bewaileth his mother.
30My skin is black, [and falleth] from me, And my bones are burned with heat.
31Therefore is my harp [turned] to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.
15All the day long is my dishonor before me, And the shame of my face hath covered me,
6But he hath made me a byword of the people; And they spit in my face.
7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, And all my members are as a shadow.
10For my life is spent with sorrow, And my years with sighing: My strength faileth because of mine iniquity, And my bones are wasted away.
8Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
20My friends scoff at me: [But] mine eye poureth out tears unto God,
3I clothe the heavens with blackness, and I make sackcloth their covering.
10Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
15What 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.
15If I be wicked, woe unto me; And if I be righteous, yet shall I not lift up my head; Being filled with ignominy, And looking upon mine affliction.
10And be it still my consolation, Yea, let me exult in pain that spareth not, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
36Surely I would carry it upon my shoulder; I would bind it unto me as a crown:
1My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
1I am the man that hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.
14Wherefore should I take my flesh in my teeth, And put my life in my hand?
19Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is [my] grief, and I must bear it.
14For all the day long have I been plagued, And chastened every morning.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; My heart within me is desolate.
20If I have sinned, what do I unto thee, O thou watcher of men? Why hast thou set me as a mark for thee, So that I am a burden to myself?
29Let him put his mouth in the dust, if so be there may be hope.
28I go mourning without the sun: I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.