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