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.
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My flesh{H1320} is clothed{H3847}{(H8804)} with worms{H7415} and clods{H1487} of dust{H6083}; my skin{H5785} is broken{H7280}{(H8804)}, and become loathsome{H3988}{(H8735)}.
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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4 He has worn away my flesh and my skin; He has broken my bones.
3 Do 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.
4 For my days vanish like smoke, and my bones are burned like a hearth.
5 My heart is afflicted and withered like grass, for I forget to eat my food.
6 My days pass more swiftly than a weaver's shuttle, and they come to an end without hope.
14 He breaks me with breach upon breach; he rushes at me like a warrior.
15 I have sewn sackcloth over my skin and buried my strength in the dust.
16 My face is red with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death.
5 For my iniquities have gone over my head; like a heavy burden, they are too much for me to bear.
6 My wounds are foul and festering because of my foolishness.
7 I am bent over and deeply bowed down; all day long I go about mourning.
8 For my loins are filled with burning, and there is no health in my body.
3 so I have been allotted months of futility, and nights of misery have been assigned to me.
4 When I lie down, I think, 'When will I get up?' But the night drags on, and I am filled with tossing till dawn.
20 Their life begins to loathe food, and their soul rejects even the most desirable meal.
21 Their flesh wastes away so that it can no longer be seen, and their bones, once hidden, now stick out.
26 And after my skin has been destroyed, yet in my flesh I shall see God.
16 And now my soul is poured out within me; days of suffering seize hold of me.
17 At night my bones are pierced within me, and my veins find no rest.
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.
28 So man wastes away like something rotten, like a garment eaten by moths.
14 They open their mouths against me, like a lion ripping and roaring.
15 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax; it melts within me.
30 My skin grows black and peels off, and my bones burn with fever.
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.
20 My bones cling to my skin and my flesh, and I have escaped only by the skin of my teeth.
1 My spirit is broken, my days have faded away, and the grave is ready for me.
6 To you they cried out and were delivered; in you they trusted and were not put to shame.
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.
14 and I call the pit my father, and the worm my mother and sister,
15 then where is my hope? And who can see any hope for me?
7 My soul refuses to touch them; they are like loathsome food to me.
11 You clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
31 You would plunge me into a pit, and even my clothes would abhor me.
7 As one plows the earth and breaks it apart, so are our bones scattered at the mouth of Sheol.
12 My 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.
6 How much less a mortal, who is but a maggot, and a human, who is only a worm!
7 My eyes have grown dim from grief, and all my limbs are like a shadow.
16 I despise my life; I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
16 He has broken my teeth with gravel; He has made me cower in ashes.
26 They lie down together in the dust, and worms cover them.
3 For your arrows have sunk into me, and your hand has come down upon me.
4 My spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart is appalled inside me.
6 When I remember, I am dismayed, and trembling seizes my body.
1 Woe 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.
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.
21 Why 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.
11 Because of your wrath and indignation, for you have lifted me up and thrown me aside.