Job 30:16
Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
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14They came as a great breach of waters, & vnder this calamitie they come on heapes.
15Feare is turned vpon mee: and they pursue my soule as the winde, and mine health passeth away as a cloude.
17It pearceth my bones in the night, and my sinewes take no rest.
18For the great vehemencie is my garment changed, which compasseth me about as the colar of my coate.
19He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like ashes and dust.
27My bowels did boyle without rest: for the dayes of affliction are come vpon me.
3For the enemie hath persecuted my soule: he hath smitten my life downe to the earth: he hath layde me in the darkenes, as they that haue bene dead long agoe:
4And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
14I am like water powred out, and all my bones are out of ioynt: mine heart is like waxe: it is molten in the middes of my bowels.
15My strength is dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
9Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe.
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
4Mine heart trembleth within mee, and the terrours of death are fallen vpon me.
3For my soule is filled with euils, and my life draweth neere to the graue.
13His archers compasse mee rounde about: he cutteth my reines, and doth not spare, & powreth my gall vpon the ground.
3When the snares of death copassed me, and the griefes of the graue caught me: when I founde trouble and sorowe.
1My soule is cut off though I liue: I wil leaue my complaint vpon my selfe, & wil speake in the bitternesse of my soule.
3My soule is also sore troubled: but Lorde how long wilt thou delay?
15I haue sowed a sackcloth vpon my skinne, and haue abased mine horne vnto the dust.
16My face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is vpon mine eyes,
13From 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.
20My soule hath them in remembrance, and is humbled in me.
7But now hee maketh mee wearie: O God, thou hast made all my congregation desolate,
1My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
20Behold, O Lorde, howe I am troubled: my bowels swell: mine heart is turned within me, for I am ful of heauinesse: the sword spoyleth abroad, as death doeth at home.
24For my sighing commeth before I eate, and my roarings are powred out like the water.
25For the thing I feared, is come vpon me, and the thing that I was afraid of, is come vnto me.
16Turne thy face vnto mee, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and poore.
17The sorowes of mine heart are enlarged: drawe me out of my troubles.
6I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day.
7For my reines are full of burning, and there is nothing sound in my flesh.
8I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart.
2In the day of my trouble I sought ye Lord: my sore ranne and ceased not in the night: my soule refused comfort.
5For the voyce of my groning my bones doe cleaue to my skinne.
4My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.
11My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
31Therefore mine harpe is turned to mourning, and mine organs into the voyce of them that weepe.
18And I saide, My strength & mine hope is perished from the Lord,
2I powred out my meditation before him, and declared mine affliction in his presence.
3Though my spirit was in perplexitie in me, yet thou knewest my path: in the way wherein I walked, haue they priuily layde a snare for me.
11Because that God hath loosed my corde and humbled mee, they haue loosed the bridle before me.
16Thine indignations goe ouer me, and thy feare hath cut me off.
11He hath stopped my wayes, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
28My soule melteth for heauinesse: raise mee vp according vnto thy worde.
10Mine heart panteth: my strength faileth me, and the light of mine eyes, euen they are not mine owne.
7Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
16For these things I weepe: mine eye, euen mine eye casteth out water, because the comforter that should refresh my soule, is farre from me: my children are desolate, because the enemie preuailed.
17Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me.
6The sorowes of the graue compassed mee about: the snares of death ouertooke mee.
21Certainely mine heart was vexed, and I was pricked in my reines: