Job 30:18
With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
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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.
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.
19 Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
3 Truly against me his hand has been turned again and again all the day.
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.
5 Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
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.
15 I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
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.
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.
5 My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
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.
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.
28 Though a man comes to nothing like a bit of dead wood, or like a robe which has become food for the worm.
30 My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.
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.
18 He put on cursing like a robe, and it has come into his body like water, and into his bones like oil.
19 Let it be to him as a robe which he puts on, let it be like a band which is round him at all times.
18 They make a division of my robes among them, by the decision of chance they take my clothing.
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;
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 For my crimes have gone over my head; they are like a great weight which is more than my strength.
11 By you I was clothed with skin and flesh, and joined together with bones and muscles.
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.
11 For he has made loose the cord of my bow, and put me to shame; he has sent down my flag to the earth before me.
20 My bones are joined to my skin, and I have got away with my flesh in my teeth.
21 Have pity on me, have pity on me, O my friends! for the hand of God is on me.
11 By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
7 He has put a wall round me, so that I am not able to go out; he has made great the weight of my chain.
27 My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.
21 His flesh is so wasted away, that it may not be seen, and his bones. ...
31 Then you will have me pushed into the dust, so that I will seem disgusting to my very clothing.
9 He has put off my glory from me, and taken the crown from my head.
8 They say, He has an evil disease, which will not let him go: and now that he is down he will not get up again.
10 No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
3 When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day.
18 He would not let me take my breath, but I would be full of bitter grief.
14 I put on righteousness as my clothing, and was full of it; right decisions were to me a robe and a head-dress.