Job 7:5
My body is clothed with worms and scabs; my skin cracks and festers.
My body is clothed with worms and scabs; my skin cracks and festers.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and becomes loathsome.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
My flesh is clothed with wormes, fylthinesse and dust: my skynne is wythered, and crompled together:
My flesh is clothed with wormes and filthinesse of the dust: my skinne is rent, and become horrible.
My fleshe is clothed with wormes and dust of the earth: my skinne is withered and become horrible.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.
My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
My body is clothed with worms and dirty scabs; my skin is broken and festering.
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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.
6My days pass more swiftly than a weaver's shuttle, and they come to an end without hope.
14He breaks me with breach upon breach; he rushes at me like a warrior.
15I have sewn sackcloth over my skin and buried my strength in the dust.
16My face is red with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death.
5For my iniquities have gone over my head; like a heavy burden, they are too much for me to bear.
6My wounds are foul and festering because of my foolishness.
7I am bent over and deeply bowed down; all day long I go about mourning.
8For my loins are filled with burning, and there is no health in my body.
3so I have been allotted months of futility, and nights of misery have been assigned to me.
4When I lie down, I think, 'When will I get up?' But the night drags on, and I am filled with tossing till dawn.
20Their life begins to loathe food, and their soul rejects even the most desirable meal.
21Their flesh wastes away so that it can no longer be seen, and their bones, once hidden, now stick out.
26And after my skin has been destroyed, yet in my flesh I shall see God.
16And now my soul is poured out within me; days of suffering seize hold of 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.
19He has cast me into the mud, and I am reduced to dust and ashes.
28So man wastes away like something rotten, like a garment eaten by moths.
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.
30My skin grows black and peels off, and my bones burn with fever.
10Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am in distress. My eyes grow weak with sorrow, as do my soul and my body.
20My bones cling to my skin and my flesh, and I have escaped only by the skin of my teeth.
1My spirit is broken, my days have faded away, and the grave is ready for me.
6To you they cried out and were delivered; in you they trusted and were not put to shame.
7Surely now, God has worn me out; you have devastated my entire household.
8You have bound me up as a witness; my gauntness rises up and testifies against me.
14and I call the pit my father, and the worm my mother and sister,
15then where is my hope? And who can see any hope for me?
7My soul refuses to touch them; they are like loathsome food to me.
11You clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
31You would plunge me into a pit, and even my clothes would abhor me.
7As one plows the earth and breaks it apart, so are our bones scattered at the mouth of Sheol.
12My dwelling is pulled up and taken from me, like a shepherd's tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver rolls a cloth; He cuts me off from the loom. Day and night You bring me to an end.
6How much less a mortal, who is but a maggot, and a human, who is only a worm!
7My eyes have grown dim from grief, and all my limbs are like a shadow.
16I despise my life; I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
16He has broken my teeth with gravel; He has made me cower in ashes.
26They lie down together in the dust, and worms cover them.
3For your arrows have sunk into me, and your hand has come down upon me.
4My spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart is appalled inside me.
6When I remember, I am dismayed, and trembling seizes my body.
1Woe is me, for I am like those gathering summer fruit, like those gleaning after the harvest; there is no cluster to eat, no early fig that my soul desires.
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.
21Why do you not pardon my offenses and forgive my sins? For I will soon lie down in the dust; you will search for me, but I will be no more.
11Because of your wrath and indignation, for you have lifted me up and thrown me aside.