Job 16:15
I have sewn sackcloth over my skin and buried my strength in the dust.
I have sewn sackcloth over my skin and buried my strength in the dust.
I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
I have sewn sackcloth upon my skin and defiled my horn in the dust.
I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
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I have sewed{H8609}{(H8804)} sackcloth{H8242} upon my skin{H1539}, and defiled{H5953}{(H8782)} my horn{H7161} in the dust{H6083}.
I haue sowed a sack cloth vpon my skynne, and lye with my strength in the dust.
I haue sowed a sackcloth vpon my skinne, and haue abased mine horne vnto the dust.
I haue sowed a sackecloth vpon my skinne, and wallowed my head in the dust.
I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, And have thrust my horn in the dust.
Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And have laid my horn in the dust.
I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And have laid my horn in the dust.
I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and have thrust my horn in the dust.
I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and buried my horn in the dust;
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16 My face is red with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death.
18 With great force my garment is disfigured; it binds me like the collar of my tunic.
19 He has cast me into the mud, and I am reduced to dust and ashes.
5 My body is clothed with worms and scabs; my skin cracks and festers.
12 I was at ease, but he shattered me; he seized me by the neck and crushed me. He has made me his target.
13 His archers surround me and pierce my kidneys without mercy; he pours my gall on the ground.
14 He breaks me with breach upon breach; he rushes at me like a warrior.
6 Therefore, I despise myself and repent in dust and ashes.
9 He has stripped me of my honor and removed the crown from my head.
16 He has broken my teeth with gravel; He has made me cower in ashes.
11 I wept and fasted, but it brought reproach on me.
4 He has worn away my flesh and my skin; He has broken my bones.
7 Surely now, God has worn me out; you have devastated my entire household.
8 You have bound me up as a witness; my gauntness rises up and testifies against me.
9 His anger tears at me, and he hates me; he gnashes his teeth at me. My adversary sharpens his eyes against me.
10 They gape at me with their mouths; they strike my cheeks in scorn and together they conspire against me.
31 You would plunge me into a pit, and even my clothes would abhor me.
16 And now my soul is poured out within me; days of suffering seize hold of me.
15 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax; it melts within me.
5 My heart is afflicted and withered like grass, for I forget to eat my food.
11 He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
6 My wounds are foul and festering because of my foolishness.
13 From on high he sent fire; it burns in my bones. He spread a net for my feet and turned me back. He made me desolate, faint all the day long.
14 My transgressions were bound into a yoke; by his hands they were fastened together. They were laid on my neck; he has made my strength fail. The Lord has given me into the hands of those I cannot withstand.
9 All day long my enemies taunt me; those who ridicule me use my name as a curse.
13 But when they were ill, I wore sackcloth and humbled myself with fasting. My prayer returned to me unanswered.
14 I behaved as if they were my friend or brother; I mourned as one mourning for a mother, bowed down in sorrow.
30 My skin grows black and peels off, and my bones burn with fever.
31 My harp is turned to mourning and my flute to the sound of weeping.
15 You have made us a byword among the nations, a shaking of heads among the peoples.
6 He has made me a byword among the peoples, and I have become one at whom they spit.
7 My eyes have grown dim from grief, and all my limbs are like a shadow.
10 Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am in distress. My eyes grow weak with sorrow, as do my soul and my body.
8 Mourn like a young woman dressed in sackcloth, grieving for the husband of her youth.
20 My intercessors are my friends; my eye drips to God.
3 I clothe the heavens with darkness and make sackcloth their covering.
10 I am mute; I will not open my mouth because You have done this.
15 What shall I say? He has spoken to me, and He has done this. I will walk humbly all my years because of this anguish of my soul.
15 If I am wicked, woe to me; if I am righteous, I dare not lift my head, filled with shame and seeing my misery.
10 It would still be my comfort— I would even exult in the midst of unrelenting pain— for I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
36 Surely I would wear it on my shoulder, I would put it on like a crown.
1 My spirit is broken, my days have faded away, and the grave is ready for me.
1 I am the man who has seen affliction under the rod of His wrath.
14 Why should I take my flesh in my teeth and put my life in my hands?
19 Woe to me because of my brokenness! My wound is incurable. Yet I said, 'This is my suffering, and I must endure it.'
14 For I am stricken all day long and chastened every morning.
4 My spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart is appalled inside me.
20 If I have sinned, what have I done to you, you who see everything we do? Why have you made me your target? Have I become a burden to you?
29 Let him put his mouth in the dust—there may yet be hope.
28 I walk in mourning without sunlight; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.