Job 33:21
Their flesh wastes away so that it can no longer be seen, and their bones, once hidden, now stick out.
Their flesh wastes away so that it can no longer be seen, and their bones, once hidden, now stick out.
His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; and his bones that were not seen stick out.
His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; and his bones, that were not seen, stick out.
His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; and his bones that were not seen stick out.
In so moch, that his body is clene consumed awaye, & his bones appeare nomore.
His flesh faileth that it can not be seene, and his bones which were not seene, clatter.
In so much that his body is cleane consumed away, and his bones appeare which before were not seene.
His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; and his bones [that] were not seen stick out.
His flesh is so consumed away, that it can't be seen; His bones that were not seen stick out.
His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen!
His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; And his bones that were not seen stick out.
His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; And his bones that were not seen stick out.
His flesh is so wasted away, that it may not be seen, and his bones. ...
His flesh is so consumed away, that it can't be seen. His bones that were not seen stick out.
His flesh wastes away from sight, and his bones, which were not seen, are easily visible.
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19A person is also chastened with pain on their bed and continual aching in their bones.
20Their life begins to loathe food, and their soul rejects even the most desirable meal.
22Their soul draws near to the pit, and their life to the messengers of death.
4He has worn away my flesh and my skin; He has broken my bones.
3Do not hide your face from me in the day of my distress; incline your ear to me; on the day I call, answer me quickly.
4For my days vanish like smoke, and my bones are burned like a hearth.
5My heart is afflicted and withered like grass, for I forget to eat my food.
22He feels pain only in his own flesh and mourns only for himself.
12Hunger consumes his strength, and calamity is ready at his side.
13It devours parts of his skin; death's firstborn consumes his limbs.
14He is uprooted from the security of his tent and marched off to the king of terrors.
5My body is clothed with worms and scabs; my skin cracks and festers.
28So man wastes away like something rotten, like a garment eaten by moths.
11The youthful vigor that filled his bones will lie down with him in the dust.
28he will dwell in desolated cities, in houses no one inhabits, destined to become ruins.
29He will no longer be rich, and his wealth will not endure, nor will his possessions spread out across the land.
24His sides full of milk, and the marrow of his bones moist.
25While another dies in bitterness of soul, having never tasted prosperity.
8Now their appearance is darker than soot; they are not recognized in the streets. Their skin clings to their bones; it has become as dry as wood.
20My bones cling to my skin and my flesh, and I have escaped only by the skin of my teeth.
10Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am in distress. My eyes grow weak with sorrow, as do my soul and my body.
23He makes the deep boil like a pot; he stirs up the sea like a boiling ointment.
24My knees are weak from fasting, and my body has grown thin and gaunt.
7As one plows the earth and breaks it apart, so are our bones scattered at the mouth of Sheol.
14They open their mouths against me, like a lion ripping and roaring.
15I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax; it melts within me.
17At night my bones are pierced within me, and my veins find no rest.
18With great force my garment is disfigured; it binds me like the collar of my tunic.
11At the end of your life you will groan, when your flesh and body are spent.
17Behold, what I have seen is good and fitting: to eat and drink and to enjoy the good of all one's labor under the sun during the few days of life God has given him, for this is his reward.
21Nothing is left for him to consume; therefore, his prosperity will not last.
7My soul refuses to touch them; they are like loathsome food to me.
26And after my skin has been destroyed, yet in my flesh I shall see God.
3You eat the flesh of my people, strip off their skin, break their bones, and chop them up like meat for the pot, like flesh in a cauldron.
30My skin grows black and peels off, and my bones burn with fever.
25then their flesh is restored to be fresher than in youth, and they return to the days of their youthful vigor.
20The womb forgets them; worms feast upon them; they are no longer remembered. Wickedness is broken like a tree.
8All who hate me whisper together against me; they devise evil against me.
14yet his food in his stomach is turned to the venom of cobras within him.
11He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
16His roots below will dry up, and his branches above will wither.
7I am bent over and deeply bowed down; all day long I go about mourning.
18They loathed all food and drew near to the gates of death.
7he will perish forever like his own waste; those who have seen him will say, 'Where is he?'
13From 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.
23He wanders about for food, asking, 'Where is it?' He knows that the day of darkness is ready at hand.
26Total darkness is hidden for his treasures; a fire not kindled by man will consume him and devour what remains in his tent.
22then let my shoulder fall from its socket, and let my arm be broken off at the joint.
32He is carried to the graves, and a watch is kept over his tomb.
9The eye that saw him will see him no longer, and his place will behold him no more.