Job 33:19
Pain is sent on him as a punishment, while he is on his bed; there is no end to the trouble in his bones;
Pain is sent on him as a punishment, while he is on his bed; there is no end to the trouble in his bones;
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20 He has no desire for food, and his soul is turned away from delicate meat;
21 His flesh is so wasted away, that it may not be seen, and his bones. ...
22 And his soul comes near to the underworld, and his life to the angels of death.
22 Only his flesh still has pain, and his soul is sad.
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.
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.
18 To keep back his soul from the underworld, and his life from destruction.
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.
3 The Lord will be his support on his bed of pain: by you will all his grief be turned to strength.
11 His bones are full of young strength, but it will go down with him into the dust.
17 This is what I have seen: it is good and fair for a man to take meat and drink and to have joy in all his work under the sun, all the days of his life which God has given him; that is his reward.
14 For I have been troubled all the day; every morning have I undergone punishment.
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.
16 By him my teeth have been broken with crushed stones, and I am bent low in the dust.
18 The hand of Jah has been hard on me; but he has not given me up to death.
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.
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.
25 And another comes to his end with a bitter soul, without ever tasting good.
5 Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
20 The evil man is in pain all his days, and the number of the years stored up for the cruel is small.
13 His bowmen come round about me; their arrows go through my body without mercy; my life is drained out on the earth.
2 Even today my outcry is bitter; his hand is hard on my sorrow.
19 Great are the troubles of the upright: but the Lord takes him safely out of them all.
20 He keeps all his bones: not one of them is broken.
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.
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.
1 I am the man who has seen trouble by the rod of his wrath.
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.
24 He is greatly in fear of the dark day, trouble and pain overcome him:
18 He would not let me take my breath, but I would be full of bitter grief.
13 I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones.
17 Truly, that man is happy who has training from the hand of God: so do not let your heart be shut to the teaching of the Ruler of all.
18 For after his punishment he gives comfort, and after wounding, his hands make you well.
21 My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
12 His strength is made feeble for need of food, and destruction is waiting for his falling footstep.
39 What protest may a living man make, even a man about the punishment of his sin?
13 When I say, In my bed I will have comfort, there I will get rest from my disease;
18 His feet were fixed in chains; his neck was put in iron bands;
2 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled.
20 My bones are joined to my skin, and I have got away with my flesh in my teeth.
18 He put on cursing like a robe, and it has come into his body like water, and into his bones like oil.
19 Keep in mind my trouble and my wandering, the bitter root and the poison.
3 When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day.
35 They have overcome me, you will say, and I have no pain; they gave me blows without my feeling them: when will I be awake from my wine? I will go after it again.