Job 10:11
By you I was clothed with skin and flesh, and joined together with bones and muscles.
By you I was clothed with skin and flesh, and joined together with bones and muscles.
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12You have been kind to me, and your grace has been with me, and your care has kept my spirit safe.
13But you kept these things in the secret of your heart; I am certain this was in your thoughts:
8Your hands made me, and I was formed by you, but then, changing your purpose, you gave me up to destruction.
9O keep in mind that you made me out of earth; and will you send me back again to dust?
10Was I not drained out like milk, becoming hard like cheese?
4My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
5He has put up a wall against me, shutting me in with bitter sorrow.
13My flesh was made by you, and my parts joined together in my mother's body.
14I will give you praise, for I am strangely and delicately formed; your works are great wonders, and of this my soul is fully conscious.
15My frame was not unseen by you when I was made secretly, and strangely formed in the lowest parts of the earth.
16Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book all my days were recorded, even those which were purposed before they had come into being.
5Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
10And I had you clothed with needlework, and put leather shoes on your feet, folding fair linen about you and covering you with silk.
11And I made you fair with ornaments and put jewels on your hands and a chain on your neck.
6And I will put muscles on you and make flesh come on you, and put skin over you, and breath into you, so that you may have life; and you will be certain that I am the Lord.
20My bones are joined to my skin, and I have got away with my flesh in my teeth.
8It has come up as a witness against me, and the wasting of my flesh makes answer to my face.
5My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
17The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.
18With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
26And ... without my flesh I will see God;
5I am shut in by you on every side, and you have put your hand on me.
8And looking I saw that there were muscles on them and flesh came up, and they were covered with skin: but there was no breath in them.
11By you my sorrow is turned into dancing; you have taken away my clothing of grief, and given me robes of joy;
10See now the Great Beast, whom I made, even as I made you; he takes grass for food, like the ox.
21You have become cruel to me; the strength of your hand is hard on me.
22Lifting me up, you make me go on the wings of the wind; I am broken up by the storm.
15I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
4Have you eyes of flesh, or do you see as man sees?
8This will give strength to your flesh, and new life to your bones.
11By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
4The spirit of God has made me, and the breath of the Ruler of all gives me life.
9But it was you who took care of me from the day of my birth: you gave me faith even from my mother's breasts.
16And that if there was cause for pride, you would go after me like a lion; and again put out your wonders against me:
6That you take note of my sin, searching after my wrongdoing,
39For I have been armed by you with strength for the fight: you have made low under me those who come out against me.
40For I have been armed by you with strength for the fight: you have made low under me those who came out against me.
35You have given me the breastplate of your salvation: your right hand has been my support, and your mercy has made me great.
18Why then did you make me come out of my mother's body? It would have been better for me to have taken my last breath, and for no eye to have seen me,
10No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
8Make me full of joy and rapture; so that the bones which have been broken may be glad.
23After him his way is shining, so that the deep seems white.
15My 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.
31Then you will have me pushed into the dust, so that I will seem disgusting to my very clothing.
24His buckets are full of milk, and there is no loss of strength in his bones.
30My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.
3My flesh is wasted because of your wrath; and there is no peace in my bones because of my sin.
1<To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David.> O Lord, you have knowledge of me, searching out all my secrets.
21His flesh is so wasted away, that it may not be seen, and his bones. ...
7One is so near to the other that no air may come between them.