Job 30:17
My bones are pearsed through in the night season, and my sinewes take no rest.
My bones are pearsed through in the night season, and my sinewes take no rest.
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16 Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
18 For the vehemencie of sorowe is my garment chaunged, whiche compasseth me about as the coller of my coote.
19 He chasteneth hym with sickenesse vpon his bedde, he layeth sore punishement vpon his bones:
5 Through the noyse of my gronyng: my bones wyll scase cleaue to my fleshe.
2 For thyne arrowes sticke fast in me: and thy hande presseth me sore.
3 There is no helath in my flesh through thy displeasure: neither is there any rest in my bones by reason of my sinne.
4 My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
5 He hath buylded rounde about me, and closed me in with gall and trauaile.
27 My bowels seethe in me without rest, for the dayes of my trouble are come vpon me.
3 For whyle I helde my tongue: my bones consumed away through my dayly roaring.
4 For thy hande is heauie vpon me day and night: and my moysture is like the drouth in sommer. Selah.
2 In the tyme of my trouble I sought the Lorde: my hande all the nyght catched & ceassed not, my soule refused comfort.
12 Myne age is folden together & taken away from me lyke a sheepheardes cotage, I haue hewen of my lyfe by my sinnes, lyke as a weauer cutteth of his webbe: He wyll with pinyng sicknesse make an ende of me, yea he wyll make an ende of me in one day.
13 I thought I woulde haue lyued vntyll the morowe, but he brused my bones lyke a lion: and in one day thou wylt make an ende of me.
10 For my life is wasted with sorow, and mine eares with mourning: my strength fayleth me because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are putrified.
14 I am as it were into water resolued, and all my bones are out of ioynt: my heart also is like waxe melted in the middest of my bowels.
15 My strength is dried vp like a potsheard, & my tongue cleaueth to my gummes: and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
16 For dogges are come about me, the assemble of the wicked lay siege agaynst me: they haue pearced my handes and my feete, I may tell all my bones.
17 I may tell all my bones. They stande staring & gasing vpon me:
6 I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.
7 For my loynes are filled with heate: and there is no whole part in my body.
8 I am feeble and sore smitten: I haue rored for the very disquietnesse of my heart.
6 I am weerie of my groning: I washe my bed euery nyght, and I water my coutche with my teares.
3 Euen so haue I laboured whole monethes long in vayne, and many a carefull night haue I tolde.
4 When I layde me downe to sleepe, I sayde, O when shall I arise? and measuring the euening, I am euen full with tossing to and fro vnto the dawning of the day.
5 My fleshe is clothed with wormes and dust of the earth: my skinne is withered and become horrible.
13 From aboue hath he sent downe a fire into my bones, and it burneth them cruelly: he hath layde a net for my feete, and throwen me wyde open, he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournyng.
21 Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.
40 I was in suche case, that by day the heate consumed me, and the frost by nyght, and my slepe departed from mine eyes.
2 Haue mercy on me O God, for I am weake: O God heale me, for my bones be very sore.
3 My soule also is greatly troubled: but O God howe long shall I be in this case?
3 Therfore are my loynes fylled with sorowe, heauinesse hath taken holde vpon me as the panges of a woman that is trauaylyng: it made me stoupe when I heard it, and it vexed me when I sawe it.
4 My heart panted, fearefulnesse came vpon me: the nyght of my voluptuousnesse hath he turned agaynst me into feare.
20 My bone cleaueth to my skinne and to my fleshe, onely there is left me the skinne about my teeth.
21 In so much that his body is cleane consumed away, and his bones appeare which before were not seene.
13 His archers compasse me rounde about, he woundeth my raines, and doth not spare, my bowels hath he powred vpon the grounde.
4 My heart trembleth within me: and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
2 O my God I crye all the day tyme, and in the night season, and I ceasse not: but thou hearest not.
30 My skinne vpon me is turned to blacke, and my bones are brent with heate.
31 My harpe is turned to mourning, and my organs into the voyce of them that weepe.
14 All the day long I haue ben scourged: and chastened euery mornyng.
3 For the enemie hath persecuted my soule, he hath smitten my lyfe downe to the grounde: he hath layde me in darknesse as men that haue ben long dead.
4 And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
13 In the thoughtes and visions of the night when sleepe commeth on men,
14 Feare came vpon me & dread, which made all my bones to shake.
13 When I say, My bed shal comfort me, I shall haue some refreshing by talking to my selfe vpon my couch:
20 Consider (O Lorde) howe I am troubled, my wombe is disquieted, my heart turneth about in me, and I am full of heauinesse, because I rebelled stubburnly: the sworde hurteth me without, and within I am lyke vnto death.
3 The plowemen plowed vpon my backe: they made long forrowes.
11 Thou hast couered me with skinne and fleshe, and ioyned me together with bones and sinnowes.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.