Job 7:5
My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
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4My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
3My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.
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.
6My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.
14I am broken with wound after wound; he comes rushing on me like a man of war.
15I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
16My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
5My wounds are poisoned and evil-smelling, because of my foolish behaviour.
6I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
7For my body is full of burning; all my flesh is unhealthy.
8I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.
3So I have for my heritage months of pain to no purpose, and nights of weariness are given to me.
4When 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.
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. ...
26And ... without my flesh I will see God;
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.
18With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
19Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
28Though a man comes to nothing like a bit of dead wood, or like a robe which has become food for the worm.
14I 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.
15My 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.
30My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.
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.
20My bones are joined to my skin, and I have got away with my flesh in my teeth.
1My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
6But I am a worm and not a man; cursed by men, and looked down on by the people.
7But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.
8It has come up as a witness against me, and the wasting of my flesh makes answer to my face.
14If I say to the earth, You are my father; and to the worm, My mother and my sister;
15Where then is my hope? and who will see my desire?
7My soul has no desire for such things, they are as disease in my food.
11By you I was clothed with skin and flesh, and joined together with bones and muscles.
31Then you will have me pushed into the dust, so that I will seem disgusting to my very clothing.
7Our bones are broken up at the mouth of the underworld, as the earth is broken by the plough.
12My 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.
6How much less man who is an insect, and the son of man who is a worm!
7My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
16I have no desire for life, I would not be living for ever! Keep away from me, for my days are as a breath.
16By him my teeth have been broken with crushed stones, and I am bent low in the dust.
26Together they go down to the dust, and are covered by the worm.
3My flesh is wasted because of your wrath; and there is no peace in my bones because of my sin.
4Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
6At the very thought of it my flesh is shaking with fear.
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.
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.
21And why do you not take away my sin, and let my wrongdoing be ended? for now I go down to the dust, and you will be searching for me with care, but I will be gone.
11My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.