Job 16:15
I haue sowed a sackcloth vpon my skinne, and haue abased mine horne vnto the dust.
I haue sowed a sackcloth vpon my skinne, and haue abased mine horne vnto the dust.
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16 My face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is vpon mine eyes,
18 For the great vehemencie is my garment changed, which compasseth me about as the colar of my coate.
19 He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like ashes and dust.
5 My flesh is clothed with wormes and filthinesse of the dust: my skinne is rent, and become horrible.
12 I was in welth, but he hath brought me to nought: he hath taken me by the necke, and beaten me, and set me as a marke for himselfe.
13 His archers compasse mee rounde about: he cutteth my reines, and doth not spare, & powreth my gall vpon the ground.
14 He hath broken me with one breaking vpon another, and runneth vpon me like a gyant.
6 Therefore I abhorre my selfe, and repent in dust and ashes.
9 Hee hath spoyled mee of mine honour, and taken the crowne away from mine head.
16 He hath also broken my teeth with stones, and hath couered me with ashes.
11 I put on a sacke also: and I became a prouerbe vnto them.
4 My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.
7 But now hee maketh mee wearie: O God, thou hast made all my congregation desolate,
8 And hast made me full of wrinkles which is a witnesse thereof, and my leannes ryseth vp in me, testifying the same in my face.
9 His wrath hath torne me, and hee hateth me, and gnasheth vpon mee with his teeth: mine enemie hath sharpened his eyes against me.
10 They haue opened their mouthes vpon me, and smitten me on the cheeke in reproch; they gather themselues together against me.
31 Yet shalt thou plunge mee in the pit, and mine owne clothes shal make me filthie.
16 Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
15 My strength is dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
5 For the voyce of my groning my bones doe cleaue to my skinne.
11 He hath stopped my wayes, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
6 I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day.
13 From aboue hath hee sent fire into my bones, which preuaile against them: he hath spred a net for my feete, and turned me backe: hee hath made me desolate, and daily in heauinesse.
14 The yoke of my transgressions is bounde vpon his hand: they are wrapped, and come vp vpon my necke: hee hath made my strength to fall: the Lord hath deliuered me into their hands, neither am I able to rise vp.
9 Surely I haue eaten asshes as bread, and mingled my drinke with weeping,
13 Yet I, when they were sicke, I was clothed with a sacke: I humbled my soule with fasting: and my praier was turned vpon my bosome.
14 I behaued my selfe as to my friend, or as to my brother: I humbled my selfe, mourning as one that bewaileth his mother.
30 My skinne is blacke vpon me, & my bones are burnt with heate.
31 Therefore mine harpe is turned to mourning, and mine organs into the voyce of them that weepe.
15 My confusion is dayly before me, and the shame of my face hath couered me,
6 Hee hath also made mee a byword of the people, and I am as a Tabret before them.
7 Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
10 For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
8 Mourne like a virgine girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
20 My friends speake eloquently against me: but mine eye powreth out teares vnto God.
3 I clothe the heauens with darkenesse, and make a sacke their couering.
10 Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand.
15 What shall I say? for he hath said it to me, and he hath done it: I shall walke weakely all my yeeres in the bitternesse of my soule.
15 If I haue done wickedly, wo vnto me: if I haue done righteously, I will not lift vp mine head, being full of confusion, because I see mine affliction.
10 Then should I yet haue comfort, (though I burne with sorowe, let him not spare) because I haue not denyed the wordes of the Holy one.
36 Woulde not I take it vpon my shoulder, and binde it as a crowne vnto me?
1 My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
1 I am the man, that hath seene affliction in the rod of his indignation.
14 Wherefore doe I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my soule in mine hande?
19 Wo is me for my destruction, and my grieuous plague: but I thought, Yet it is my sorow, and I will beare it.
14 For dayly haue I bene punished, and chastened euery morning.
4 And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
20 I haue sinned, what shal I do vnto thee? O thou preseruer of me, why hast thou set me as a marke against thee, so that I am a burden vnto my selfe?
29 He putteth his mouth in the dust, if there may be hope.
28 I went mourning without sunne: I stood vp in the congregation and cryed.