Job 30:17
The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.
The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.
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16 But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
18 With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
19 Pain is sent on him as a punishment, while he is on his bed; there is no end to the trouble in his bones;
5 Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
2 For your arrows have gone into my flesh, and I am crushed under the weight of your hand.
3 My flesh is wasted because of your wrath; and there is no peace in my bones because of my sin.
4 My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
5 He has put up a wall against me, shutting me in with bitter sorrow.
27 My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.
3 When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day.
4 For the weight of your hand was on me day and night; my body became dry like the earth in summer. (Selah.)
2 In the day of my trouble, my heart was turned to the Lord: my hand was stretched out in the night without resting; my soul would not be comforted.
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.
13 I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones.
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.
14 I am flowing away like water, and all my bones are out of place: my heart is like wax, it has become soft in my body.
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.
16 Dogs have come round me: I am shut in by the band of evil-doers; they made wounds in my hands and feet.
17 I am able to see all my bones; their looks are fixed on me:
6 I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
7 For my body is full of burning; all my flesh is unhealthy.
8 I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.
6 The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes.
3 So I have for my heritage months of pain to no purpose, and nights of weariness are given to me.
4 When I go to my bed, I say, When will it be time to get up? but the night is long, and I am turning from side to side till morning light.
5 My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
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.
21 My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
40 This was my condition, wasted by heat in the day and by the bitter cold at night; and sleep went from my eyes.
2 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled.
3 My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long?
3 For this cause I am full of bitter grief; pains like the pains of a woman in childbirth have come on me: I am bent down with sorrow at what comes to my ears; I am shocked by what I see.
4 My mind is wandering, fear has overcome me: the evening of my desire has been turned into shaking for me.
20 My bones are joined to my skin, and I have got away with my flesh in my teeth.
21 His flesh is so wasted away, that it may not be seen, and his bones. ...
13 His bowmen come round about me; their arrows go through my body without mercy; my life is drained out on the earth.
4 My heart is deeply wounded, and the fear of death has come on me.
2 O my God, I make my cry in the day, and you give no answer; and in the night, and have no rest.
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.
14 For I have been troubled all the day; every morning have I undergone punishment.
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.
4 Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
13 In troubled thoughts from visions of the night, when deep sleep comes on men,
14 Fear came on me and shaking, and my bones were full of trouble;
13 When I say, In my bed I will have comfort, there I will get rest from my disease;
20 See, O Lord, for I am in trouble; the inmost parts of my body are deeply moved; my heart is turned in me; for I have been uncontrolled: outside the children are put to the sword, and in the house there is death.
3 The ploughmen were ploughing on my back; long were the wounds they made.
11 By you I was clothed with skin and flesh, and joined together with bones and muscles.
11 By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.