Job 30:19
Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
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16 By him my teeth have been broken with crushed stones, and I am bent low in the dust.
17 My soul is sent far away from peace, I have no more memory of good.
15 I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
16 My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
20 You give no answer to my cry, and take no note of my prayer.
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.
31 Then you will have me pushed into the dust, so that I will seem disgusting to my very clothing.
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.
18 With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
9 I have had dust for bread and my drink has been mixed with weeping:
10 Because of your passion and your wrath, for I have been lifted up and then made low by you.
11 By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
6 For this cause I give witness that what I said is false, and in sorrow I take my seat in the dust.
8 My way is walled up by him so that I may not go by: he has made my roads dark.
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.
11 His wrath is burning against me, and I am to him as one of his haters.
6 He has kept me in dark places, like those who have been long dead.
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.
4 My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
2 My feet are deep in the soft earth, where there is no support; I have come into deep waters, the waves are flowing over me.
9 O keep in mind that you made me out of earth; and will you send me back again to dust?
16 But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
5 My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
6 Be certain that it is God who has done me wrong, and has taken me in his net.
3 My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.
30 My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.
53 They have put an end to my life in the prison, stoning me with stones.
8 And he took a broken bit of a pot, and, seated in the dust, was rubbing himself with the sharp edge of it.
28 I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.
9 What profit is there in my blood if I go down into the underworld? will the dust give you praise, or be a witness to your help?
22 Lifting me up, you make me go on the wings of the wind; I am broken up by the storm.
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
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.
10 No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
18 He would not let me take my breath, but I would be full of bitter grief.
6 He has made me a word of shame to the peoples; I have become a mark for their sport.
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.
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.
9 He has put up a wall of cut stones about my ways, he has made my roads twisted.
6 I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
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?
21 Have pity on me, have pity on me, O my friends! for the hand of God is on me.
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.
12 I have gone from men's minds and memory like a dead man; I am like a broken vessel.
4 I am numbered among those who go down into the earth; I have become like a man for whom there is no help:
29 Let him put his mouth in the dust, if by chance there may be hope.