Job 30:19
He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
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16He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones; he hath covered me with ashes.
17And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace; I forgat prosperity.
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;
20I cry unto thee, and thou dost not answer me: I stand up, and thou gazest at me.
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.
31Yet wilt thou plunge me in the ditch, And mine own clothes shall abhor me.
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.
18By [God's] great force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
9For I have eaten ashes like bread, And mingled my drink with weeping,
10Because of thine indignation and thy wrath: For thou hast taken me up, and cast me away.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he hath made me desolate.
6Wherefore I abhor [myself], And repent in dust and ashes.
8He hath walled up my way that I cannot pass, And hath set darkness in my paths.
9He hath stripped me of my glory, And taken the crown from my head.
10He hath broken me down on every side, and I am gone; And my hope hath he plucked up like a tree.
11He hath also kindled his wrath against me, And he counteth me unto him as [one of] his adversaries.
6He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
7He hath walled me about, that I cannot go forth; he hath made my chain heavy.
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
2I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing: I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.
9Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay; And wilt thou bring me into dust again?
16And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.
6Know now that God hath subverted me [in my cause], And hath compassed me with his net.
3For my days consume away like smoke, And my bones are burned as a firebrand.
30My skin is black, [and falleth] from me, And my bones are burned with heat.
53They have cut off my life in the dungeon, and have cast a stone upon me.
8And he took him a potsherd to scrape himself therewith; and he sat among the ashes.
28I go mourning without the sun: I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
9What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
22Thou liftest me up to the wind, thou causest me to ride [upon it] ; And thou dissolvest me in the storm.
1My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for 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.
10Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
18He will not suffer me to take my breath, But filleth me with bitterness.
6But he hath made me a byword of the people; And they spit in my face.
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.
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.
9He hath walled up my ways with hewn stone; he hath made my paths crooked.
6I am pained and bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
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?
21Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; For the hand of God hath touched me.
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.
12I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.
4I am reckoned with them that go down into the pit; I am as a man that hath no help,
29Let him put his mouth in the dust, if so be there may be hope.