Isaiah 38:12
My resting-place is pulled up and taken away from me like a herdsman's tent: my life is rolled up like a linen-worker's thread; I am cut off from the cloth on the frame: from day even to night you give me up to pain.
My resting-place is pulled up and taken away from me like a herdsman's tent: my life is rolled up like a linen-worker's thread; I am cut off from the cloth on the frame: from day even to night you give me up to pain.
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13 I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones.
10 I said, In the quiet of my days I am going down into the underworld: the rest of my years are being taken away from me.
11 I said, I will not see the Lord, even the Lord in the land of the living: I will not see man again or those living in the world.
5 My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
6 My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.
7 O, keep in mind that my life is wind: my eye will never again see good.
8 The eye of him who sees me will see me no longer: your eyes will be looking for me, but I will be gone.
11 My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.
23 He has taken my strength from me in the way; he has made short my days.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
20 Are not the days of my life small in number? Let your eyes be turned away from me, so that I may have a little pleasure,
10 My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.
10 My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
20 My tent is pulled down and all my cords are broken: my children have gone from me, and they are not: no longer is there anyone to give help in stretching out my tent and hanging up my curtains.
11 By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
15 What am I to say? seeing that it is he who has done it: all my time of sleeping I am turning from side to side without rest.
9 He has put off my glory from me, and taken the crown from my head.
10 I am broken down by him on every side, and I am gone; my hope is uprooted like a tree.
16 But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
17 The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.
18 With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
7 But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.
8 It has come up as a witness against me, and the wasting of my flesh makes answer to my face.
15 I have been troubled and in fear of death from the time when I was young; your wrath is hard on me, and I have no strength.
16 The heat of your wrath has gone over me; I am broken by your cruel punishments.
15 My throat is dry like a broken vessel; my tongue is fixed to the roof of my mouth, and the dust of death is on my lips.
13 Let your wrath be turned away from me, so that I may be comforted, before I go away from here, and become nothing.
13 From on high he has sent fire into my bones, and it has overcome them: his net is stretched out for my feet, I am turned back by him; he has made me waste and feeble all the day.
7 My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
10 No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
18 And I said, My strength is cut off, and my hope from the Lord.
4 Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am.
5 You have made my days no longer than a hand's measure; and my years are nothing in your eyes; truly, every man is but a breath. (Selah.)
28 Though a man comes to nothing like a bit of dead wood, or like a robe which has become food for the worm.
4 My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
3 The evil man has gone after my soul; my life is crushed down to the earth: he has put me in the dark, like those who have long been dead.
8 You have sent my friends far away from me; you have made me a disgusting thing in their eyes: I am shut up, and not able to come out.
40 This was my condition, wasted by heat in the day and by the bitter cold at night; and sleep went from my eyes.
13 If only you would keep me safe in the underworld, putting me in a secret place till your wrath is past, giving me a fixed time when I might come to your memory again!
19 But I was like a gentle lamb taken to be put to death; I had no thought that they were designing evil against me, saying, Come and let us make trouble his food, cutting him off from the land of the living, so that there may be no more memory of his name.
16 I have no desire for life, I would not be living for ever! Keep away from me, for my days are as a breath.
47 See how short my time is; why have you made all men for no purpose?
6 I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
13 If I am waiting for the underworld as my house, if I have made my bed in the dark;
23 I am gone like the shade when it is stretched out: I am forced out of my place like a locust.
53 They have put an end to my life in the prison, stoning me with stones.
9 If only he would be pleased to put an end to me; and would let loose his hand, so that I might be cut off!
22 And his soul comes near to the underworld, and his life to the angels of death.
3 My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.