Job 30:17
It pearceth my bones in the night, and my sinewes take no rest.
It pearceth my bones in the night, and my sinewes take no rest.
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16 Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
18 For the great vehemencie is my garment changed, which compasseth me about as the colar of my coate.
19 He is also striken with sorow vpon his bed, and the griefe of his bones is sore,
5 For the voyce of my groning my bones doe cleaue to my skinne.
2 For thine arrowes haue light vpon me, and thine hand lyeth vpon me.
3 There is nothing sound in my flesh, because of thine anger: neither is there rest in my bones because of my sinne.
4 My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.
5 He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall, and labour.
27 My bowels did boyle without rest: for the dayes of affliction are come vpon me.
3 When I helde my tongue, my bones consumed, or when I roared all the day,
4 (For thine hand is heauie vpon me, day and night: and my moysture is turned into ye drought of summer. Selah)
2 In the day of my trouble I sought ye Lord: my sore ranne and ceased not in the night: my soule refused comfort.
12 Mine habitation is departed, and is remoued from me, like a shepheards tent: I haue cut off like a weauer my life: he will cut me off from the height: from day to night, thou wilt make an ende of me.
13 I rekoned to the morning: but he brake all my bones, like a lion: from day to night wilt thou make an ende of me.
10 For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
14 I 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.
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.
16 For dogges haue compassed me, and the assemblie of the wicked haue inclosed me: they perced mine hands and my feete.
17 I may tell all my bones: yet they beholde, and looke vpon me.
6 I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day.
7 For my reines are full of burning, and there is nothing sound in my flesh.
8 I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart.
6 I fainted in my mourning: I cause my bed euery night to swimme, and water my couch with my teares.
3 So haue I had as an inheritance the moneths of vanitie, and painefull nights haue bene appointed vnto me.
4 If I layed me downe, I sayde, 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 flesh is clothed with wormes and filthinesse of the dust: my skinne is rent, and become horrible.
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.
21 Certainely mine heart was vexed, and I was pricked in my reines:
40 I was in the day consumed with heate, and with frost in the night, and my sleepe departed from mine eyes.
2 Haue mercie vpon me, O Lorde, for I am weake: O Lord heale me, for my bones are vexed.
3 My soule is also sore troubled: but Lorde how long wilt thou delay?
3 Therefore are my loynes filled with sorow: sorowes haue taken me as the sorowes of a woman that trauayleth: I was bowed downe when I heard it, and I was amased when I sawe it.
4 Mine heart failed: fearefulnesse troubled me: the night of my pleasures hath he turned into feare vnto me.
20 My bone cleaueth to my skinne and to my flesh, and I haue escaped with the skinne of my teeth.
21 His flesh faileth that it can not be seene, and his bones which were not seene, clatter.
13 His archers compasse mee rounde about: he cutteth my reines, and doth not spare, & powreth my gall vpon the ground.
4 Mine heart trembleth within mee, and the terrours of death are fallen vpon me.
2 O my God, I crie by day, but thou hearest not, and by night, but haue no audience.
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.
14 For dayly haue I bene punished, and chastened euery morning.
3 For 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:
4 And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
13 In the thoughtes of ye visions of the night, when sleepe falleth on men,
14 Feare came vpon me, & dread which made all my bones to tremble.
13 When I say, My couch shal relieue me, and my bed shall bring comfort in my meditation,
20 Behold, 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.
3 The plowers plowed vpon my backe, and made long furrowes.
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and ioyned me together with bones and sinewes.
11 He hath stopped my wayes, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.