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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4 My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
3 My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.
4 My heart is broken; it has become dry and dead like grass, so that I give no thought to food.
5 Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
6 My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.
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.
16 My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
5 My wounds are poisoned and evil-smelling, because of my foolish behaviour.
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.
3 So I have for my heritage months of pain to no purpose, and nights of weariness are given to me.
4 When 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.
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. ...
26 And ... without my flesh I will see God;
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.
28 Though a man comes to nothing like a bit of dead wood, or like a robe which has become food for the worm.
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.
30 My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.
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.
20 My bones are joined to my skin, and I have got away with my flesh in my teeth.
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
6 But I am a worm and not a man; cursed by men, and looked down on by the people.
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.
14 If I say to the earth, You are my father; and to the worm, My mother and my sister;
15 Where then is my hope? and who will see my desire?
7 My soul has no desire for such things, they are as disease in my food.
11 By you I was clothed with skin and flesh, and joined together with bones and muscles.
31 Then you will have me pushed into the dust, so that I will seem disgusting to my very clothing.
7 Our bones are broken up at the mouth of the underworld, as the earth is broken by the plough.
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.
6 How much less man who is an insect, and the son of man who is a worm!
7 My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
16 I have no desire for life, I would not be living for ever! Keep away from me, for my days are as a breath.
16 By him my teeth have been broken with crushed stones, and I am bent low in the dust.
26 Together they go down to the dust, and are covered by the worm.
3 My flesh is wasted because of your wrath; and there is no peace in my bones because of my sin.
4 Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
6 At the very thought of it my flesh is shaking with fear.
1 Sorrow 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.
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.
21 And 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.
11 My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.