Job 30:31
Therefore is my harp [turned] to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.
Therefore is my harp [turned] to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.
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30 My skin is black, [and falleth] from me, And my bones are burned with heat.
15 The joy of our heart is ceased; Our dance is turned into mourning.
27 My heart is troubled, and resteth not; Days of affliction are come upon me.
28 I go mourning without the sun: I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
10 And gladness is taken away, and joy out of the fruitful field; and in the vineyards there shall be no singing, neither joyful noise: no treader shall tread out wine in the presses; I have made the [vintage] shout to cease.
11 Wherefore my heart soundeth like a harp for Moab, and mine inward parts for Kir-heres.
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 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; My heart within me is desolate.
16 And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the [pains] that gnaw me take no rest.
11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my flesh.
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;
6 But he hath made me a byword of the people; And they spit in my face.
7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, And all my members are as a shadow.
18 Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me.
8 Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
31 Therefore will I wail for Moab; yea, I will cry out for all Moab: for the men of Kir-heres shall they mourn.
21 For my soul was grieved, And I was pricked in my heart:
10 And I will turn your feasts into mourning, and all your songs into lamentation; and I will bring sackcloth upon all loins, and baldness upon every head; and I will make it as the mourning for an only son, and the end thereof as a bitter day.
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.
21 They have heard that I sigh; there is none to comfort me; all mine enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that thou hast done it: Thou wilt bring the day that thou hast proclaimed, and they shall be like unto me.
12 Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? Behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow, which is brought upon me, Wherewith Jehovah hath afflicted [me] in the day of his fierce anger.
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.
7 The new wine mourneth, the vine languisheth, all the merry-hearted do sigh.
8 The mirth of tabrets ceaseth, the noise of them that rejoice endeth, the joy of the harp ceaseth.
4 My heart is sore pained within me: And the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
36 Therefore my heart soundeth for Moab like pipes, and my heart soundeth like pipes for the men of Kir-heres: therefore the abundance that he hath gotten is perished.
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.
6 I am pained and bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
3 Surely against me he turneth his hand again and again all the day.
4 My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
3 With an instrument of ten strings, and with the psaltery; With a solemn sound upon the harp.
2 Upon the willows in the midst thereof We hanged up our harps.
3 When I kept silence, my bones wasted away Through my groaning all the day long.
17 For I am ready to fall, And my sorrow is continually before me.
38 If my land crieth out against me, And the furrows thereof weep together;
21 For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt: I mourn; dismay hath taken hold on me.
24 For my sighing cometh before I eat, And my groanings are poured out like water.
3 My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
11 He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he hath made me desolate.
14 I am become a derision to all my people, and their song all the day.
25 Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?
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.
10 My heart throbbeth, my strength faileth me: As for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
20 My tent is destroyed, and all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth from me, and they are not: there is none to spread my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
4 My heart fluttereth, horror hath affrighted me; the twilight that I desired hath been turned into trembling unto me.
8 For this will I lament and wail; I will go stripped and naked; I will make a wailing like the jackals, and a lamentation like the ostriches.