Job 30:16
And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
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14 As through a wide breach they come: In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves [upon me] .
15 Terrors are turned upon me; They chase mine honor as the wind; And my welfare is passed away as a cloud.
17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the [pains] that gnaw me take no rest.
18 By [God's] great force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
27 My heart is troubled, and resteth not; Days of affliction are come upon me.
3 For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; He hath smitten my life down to the ground: He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; My heart within me is desolate.
14 I am poured out like water, And all my bones are out of joint: My heart is like wax; It is melted within me.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd; And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
9 Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah, for I am in distress: Mine eye wasteth away with grief, [yea], my soul and my body.
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.
4 My heart is sore pained within me: And the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
3 For my soul is full of troubles, And my life draweth nigh unto Sheol.
13 His archers compass me round about; He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.
3 The cords of death compassed me, And the pains of Sheol gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.
1 My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
3 My soul also is sore troubled: And thou, O Jehovah, how long?
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And have laid my horn in the dust.
16 My face is red with weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
13 From 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.
20 My soul hath them still in remembrance, and is bowed down within me.
7 But now he hath made me weary: Thou hast made desolate all my company.
1 My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
20 Behold, O Jehovah; for I am in distress; my heart is troubled; My heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: Abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death.
24 For my sighing cometh before I eat, And my groanings are poured out like water.
25 For the thing which I fear cometh upon me, And that which I am afraid of cometh unto me.
16 Turn thee unto me, and have mercy upon me; For I am desolate and afflicted.
17 The troubles of my heart are enlarged: Oh bring thou me out of my distresses.
6 I am pained and bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
7 For my loins are filled with burning; And there is no soundness in my flesh.
8 I am faint and sore bruised: I have groaned by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
2 In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: My hand was stretched out in the night, and slacked not; My soul refused to be comforted.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my flesh.
4 My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, Even the thoughts of my heart.
31 Therefore is my harp [turned] to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.
18 And I said, My strength is perished, and mine expectation from Jehovah.
2 I pour out my complaint before him; I show before him my trouble.
3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, Thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walk Have they hidden a snare for me.
11 For he hath loosed his cord, and afflicted me; And they have cast off the bridle before me.
16 Thy fierce wrath is gone over me; Thy terrors have cut me off.
11 He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he hath made me desolate.
28 My soul melteth for heaviness: Strengthen thou me according unto thy word.
10 My heart throbbeth, my strength faileth me: As for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, And all my members are as a shadow.
16 For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water; Because the comforter that should refresh my soul is far from me: My children are desolate, because the enemy hath prevailed.
17 For I am ready to fall, And my sorrow is continually before me.
6 The cords of Sheol were round about me; The snares of death came upon me.
21 For my soul was grieved, And I was pricked in my heart: