Job 30:18
By [God's] great force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
By [God's] great force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
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16And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the [pains] that gnaw me take no rest.
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.
19He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
3Surely against me he turneth his hand again and again all the day.
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
5He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall and travail.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my flesh.
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.
15I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And have laid my horn in the dust.
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.
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.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.
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.
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.
28Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.
30My skin is black, [and falleth] from me, And my bones are burned with heat.
12My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me as a shepherd's tent: I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life; he will cut me off from the loom: From day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
13I quieted [myself] until morning; as a lion, so he breaketh all my bones: From day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
18He clothed himself also with cursing as with his garment, And it came into his inward parts like water, And like oil into his bones.
19Let it be unto him as the raiment wherewith he covereth himself, And for the girdle wherewith he is girded continually.
18They part my garments among them, And upon my vesture do they cast lots.
19He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, And with continual strife in his bones;
2For thine arrows stick fast in me, And thy hand presseth me sore.
3There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine indignation; Neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.
4For mine iniquities are gone over my head: As a heavy burden they are too heavy for me.
11Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, And knit me together with bones and sinews.
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.
11For he hath loosed his cord, and afflicted me; And they have cast off the bridle before me.
20My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, And I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
21Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; For the hand of God hath touched me.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he hath made me desolate.
7He hath walled me about, that I cannot go forth; he hath made my chain heavy.
27My heart is troubled, and resteth not; Days of affliction are come upon me.
21His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; And his bones that were not seen stick out.
31Yet wilt thou plunge me in the ditch, And mine own clothes shall abhor me.
9He hath stripped me of my glory, And taken the crown from my head.
8An evil disease, [say they], cleaveth fast unto him; And now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.
10Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
1My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
3When I kept silence, my bones wasted away Through my groaning all the day long.
18He will not suffer me to take my breath, But filleth me with bitterness.
14I put on righteousness, and it clothed me: My justice was as a robe and a diadem.