Job 33:19
He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, And with continual strife in his bones;
He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, And with continual strife in his bones;
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20So that his life abhorreth bread, And his soul dainty food.
21His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; And his bones that were not seen stick out.
22Yea, his soul draweth near unto the pit, And his life to the destroyers.
22But his flesh upon him hath pain, And his soul within him mourneth.
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.
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.
18He keepeth back his soul from the pit, And his life from perishing by the sword.
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.
3Jehovah will support him upon the couch of languishing: Thou makest all his bed in his sickness.
11His bones are full of his youth, But it shall lie down with him in the dust.
17All his days also he eateth in darkness, and he is sore vexed, and hath sickness and wrath.
14For all the day long have I been plagued, And chastened every morning.
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.
16He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones; he hath covered me with ashes.
18Jehovah hath chastened me sore; But he hath not given me over unto death.
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.
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.
25And another dieth in bitterness of soul, And never tasteth of good.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my flesh.
20The wicked man travaileth with pain all his days, Even the number of years that are laid up for the oppressor.
13His archers compass me round about; He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.
2Even to-day is my complaint rebellious: My stroke is heavier than my groaning.
19Many are the afflictions of the righteous; But Jehovah delivereth him out of them all.
20He keepeth all his bones: Not one of them is broken.
3Therefore are my loins filled with anguish; pangs have taken hold upon me, as the pangs of a woman in travail: I am pained so that I cannot hear; I am dismayed so that I cannot see.
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.
1I am the man that hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.
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.
24Distress and anguish make him afraid; They prevail against him, as a king ready to the battle.
18He will not suffer me to take my breath, But filleth me with bitterness.
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.
17Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth: Therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty.
18For he maketh sore, and bindeth up; He woundeth, and his hands make whole.
21For my soul was grieved, And I was pricked in my heart:
12His strength shall be hunger-bitten, And calamity shall be ready at his side.
39Wherefore doth a living man complain, a man for the punishment of his sins?
13When I say, My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint;
18His feet they hurt with fetters: He was laid in [chains of] iron,
2Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah; for I am withered away: O Jehovah, heal me; for my bones are troubled.
20My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, And I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
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.
19Remember mine affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.
3When I kept silence, my bones wasted away Through my groaning all the day long.
35They have stricken me, [shalt thou say], and I was not hurt; They have beaten me, and I felt it not: When shall I awake? I will seek it yet again.