Job 7:5
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.
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4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
3For my days consume away like smoke, And my bones are burned as a firebrand.
4My heart is smitten like grass, and withered; For I forget to eat my bread.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my flesh.
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
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.
16My face is red with weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
5My wounds are loathsome and corrupt, Because of my foolishness.
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.
3So am I made to possess months of misery, And wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
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.
26And after my skin, [even] this [body], is destroyed, Then without my flesh shall I see God;
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.
28Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.
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.
30My skin is black, [and falleth] from me, And my bones are burned with heat.
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.
20My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, And I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
1My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
6But I am a worm, and no man; A reproach of men, and despised of the people.
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.
14If I have said to corruption, Thou art my father; To the worm, [Thou art] my mother, and my sister;
15Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
7My soul refuseth to touch [them] ; They are as loathsome food to me.
11Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, And knit me together with bones and sinews.
31Yet wilt thou plunge me in the ditch, And mine own clothes shall abhor me.
7As when one ploweth and cleaveth the earth, Our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.
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.
6How much less man, that is a worm! And the son of man, that is a worm!
7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, And all my members are as a shadow.
16I loathe [my life] ; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.
16He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones; he hath covered me with ashes.
26They lie down alike in the dust, And the worm covereth them.
3There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine indignation; Neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; My heart within me is desolate.
6Even when I remember I am troubled, And horror taketh hold on my flesh.
1Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grape gleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat; my soul desireth the first-ripe fig.
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.
21And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust; And thou wilt seek me diligently, but I shall not be.
11My days are like a shadow that declineth; And I am withered like grass.