Job 16:15
I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
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16 My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
18 With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
19 Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
5 My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
12 I was in comfort, but I have been broken up by his hands; he has taken me by the neck, shaking me to bits; he has put me up as a mark for his arrows.
13 His bowmen come round about me; their arrows go through my body without mercy; my life is drained out on the earth.
14 I am broken with wound after wound; he comes rushing on me like a man of war.
6 For this cause I give witness that what I said is false, and in sorrow I take my seat in the dust.
9 He has put off my glory from me, and taken the crown from my head.
16 By him my teeth have been broken with crushed stones, and I am bent low in the dust.
11 When I put on the clothing of grief, they said evil of me.
4 My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
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.
9 I am broken by his wrath, and his hate has gone after me; he has made his teeth sharp against me: my haters are looking on me with cruel eyes;
10 Their mouths are open wide against me; the blows of his bitter words are falling on my face; all of them come together in a mass against me.
31 Then you will have me pushed into the dust, so that I will seem disgusting to my very clothing.
16 But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
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.
5 Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
11 By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
6 I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
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.
14 A watch is kept on my sins; they are joined together by his hand, they have come on to my neck; he has made my strength give way: the Lord has given me up into the hands of those against whom I have no power.
9 I have had dust for bread and my drink has been mixed with weeping:
13 But as for me, when they were ill I put on the clothing of sorrow: I went without food and was sad, and my prayer came back again to my heart.
14 My behaviour was as if it had been my friend or my brother: I was bent low in grief like one whose mother is dead.
30 My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.
31 And my music has been turned to sorrow, and the sound of my pipe into the noise of weeping.
15 My downfall is ever before me, and I am covered with the shame of my face;
6 He has made me a word of shame to the peoples; I have become a mark for their sport.
7 My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
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.
8 Make sounds of grief like a virgin dressed in haircloth for the husband of her early years.
20 My friends make sport of me; to God my eyes are weeping,
3 By me the heavens are clothed with black, and I make haircloth their robe.
10 No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
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.
15 That, if I was an evil-doer, the curse would come on me; and if I was upright, my head would not be lifted up, being full of shame and overcome with trouble.
10 So I would still have comfort, and I would have joy in the pains of death, for I have not been false to the words of the Holy One.
36 Truly I would take up the book in my hands; it would be to me as a crown;
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
1 I am the man who has seen trouble by the rod of his wrath.
14 I will take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand.
19 Sorrow is mine for I am wounded! my wound may not be made well; and I said, Cruel is my disease, I may not be free from it.
14 For I have been troubled all the day; every morning have I undergone punishment.
4 Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
20 If I have done wrong, what have I done to you, O keeper of men? why have you made me a mark for your blows, so that I am a weariness to myself?
29 Let him put his mouth in the dust, if by chance there may be hope.
28 I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.