Job 6:7
My soul has no desire for such things, they are as disease in my food.
My soul has no desire for such things, they are as disease in my food.
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20He has no desire for food, and his soul is turned away from delicate meat;
21His flesh is so wasted away, that it may not be seen, and his bones. ...
6Will a man take food which has no taste without salt? or is there any taste in the soft substance of purslain?
18They are disgusted by all food, and they come near to the doors of death.
8If only I might have an answer to my prayer, and God would give me my desire!
9If only he would be pleased to put an end to me; and would let loose his hand, so that I might be cut off!
10So 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.
7The full man has no use for honey, but to the man in need of food every bitter thing is sweet.
14Then I said, Ah, Lord! see, my soul has never been unclean, and I have never taken as my food anything which has come to a natural death or has been broken by beasts, from the time when I was young even till now; no disgusting flesh has ever come into my mouth.
5My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
9I have had dust for bread and my drink has been mixed with weeping:
4My heart is broken; it has become dry and dead like grass, so that I give no thought to food.
5Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
15So that a hard death seems better to my soul than my pains.
16I have no desire for life, I would not be living for ever! Keep away from me, for my days are as a breath.
31If the men of my tent did not say, Who has not had full measure of his meat?
30Is there evil in my tongue? is not the cause of my trouble clear to me?
11Breathing out grief all her people are looking for bread; they have given their desired things for food to give them life: see, O Lord, and take note; for she has become a thing of shame.
25And another comes to his end with a bitter soul, without ever tasting good.
16But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
17The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.
19Keep in mind my trouble and my wandering, the bitter root and the poison.
20My soul still keeps the memory of them; and is bent down in me.
11So I will not keep my mouth shut; I will let the words come from it in the pain of my spirit, my soul will make a bitter outcry.
24My knees are feeble for need of food; there is no fat on my bones.
1Sorrow is mine! for I am as when they have got in the summer fruits, like the last of the grapes: there is nothing for food, not even an early fig for my desire.
3For then its weight would be more than the sand of the seas: because of this my words have been uncontrolled.
4For the arrows of the Ruler of all are present with me, and their poison goes deep into my spirit: his army of fears is put in order against me.
3My tears have been my food day and night, while they keep saying to me, Where is your God?
18Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
24In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.
27My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.
6Any person touching any such unclean thing will be unclean till evening, and may not take of the holy food till his flesh has been bathed in water;
4Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
4My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
21My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
9Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body.
10My 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.
15He has made my life nothing but pain, he has given me the bitter root in full measure.
16By him my teeth have been broken with crushed stones, and I am bent low in the dust.
1My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.
3My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long?
22Only his flesh still has pain, and his soul is sad.
6For this cause I give witness that what I said is false, and in sorrow I take my seat in the dust.
15I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
7For my body is full of burning; all my flesh is unhealthy.
6But now our soul is wasted away; there is nothing at all: we have nothing but this manna before our eyes.
8And in one month I put an end to the three keepers of the flock; for my soul was tired of them, and their souls were disgusted with me.
19I sent for my lovers, but they were false to me: my priests and my responsible men were breathing their last breath in the town, while they were looking for food to give them new life.
13From 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.