Job 30:31
Therefore mine harpe is turned to mourning, and mine organs into the voyce of them that weepe.
Therefore mine harpe is turned to mourning, and mine organs into the voyce of them that weepe.
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30 My skinne is blacke vpon me, & my bones are burnt with heate.
15 The ioy of our heart is gone, our daunce is turned into mourning.
27 My bowels did boyle without rest: for the dayes of affliction are come vpon me.
28 I went mourning without sunne: I stood vp in the congregation and cryed.
10 And gladnes is taken away, and ioy out of the plentifull fielde: and in the vineyardes shall be no singing nor shouting for ioy: the treader shall not tread wine in the wine presses: I haue caused the reioycing to cease.
11 Wherefore, my bowels shall sounde like an harpe for Moab, and mine inwarde partes for Ker-haresh.
9 Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe.
10 For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
4 And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
16 Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
17 It pearceth my bones in the night, and my sinewes take no rest.
11 Thou hast turned my mourning into ioy: thou hast loosed my sacke and girded mee with gladnesse.
5 For the voyce of my groning my bones doe cleaue to my skinne.
15 I haue sowed a sackcloth vpon my skinne, and haue abased mine horne vnto the dust.
16 My face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is vpon mine eyes,
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.
18 I would haue comforted my selfe against sorowe, but mine heart is heauie in me.
8 Mourne like a virgine girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
31 Therefore will I howle for Moab, and I will crie out for all Moab: mine heart shal mourne for the men of Kir-heres.
21 Certainely mine heart was vexed, and I was pricked in my reines:
10 And I will turne your feastes into mourning, and all your songs into lamentation: and I will bring sackcloth vpon all loynes, and baldnes vpon euery head: and I will make it as the mourning of an onely sonne, and the ende thereof as a bitter day.
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.
21 They haue heard that I mourne, but there is none to comfort mee: all mine enemies haue heard of my trouble, and are glad, that thou hast done it: thou wilt bring the day, that thou hast pronounced, and they shalbe like vnto me.
12 Haue ye no regarde, all yee that passe by this way? behold, and see, if there be any sorowe like vnto my sorowe, which is done vnto mee, wherewith the Lord hath afflicted me in the day of his fierce wrath.
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.
7 The wine faileth, the vine hath no might: all that were of merie heart, doe mourne.
8 The mirth of tabrets ceaseth: the noyse of them that reioyce, endeth: the ioye of the harpe ceaseth.
4 Mine heart trembleth within mee, and the terrours of death are fallen vpon me.
36 Therefore mine heart shall sounde for Moab like a shaume, and mine heart shall sound like a shaume for the men of Ker-heres, because the riches that he hath gotten, is perished.
16 For 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.
6 I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day.
3 Surely he is turned against me: he turneth his hand against me all the day.
4 My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.
3 Vpon an instrument of tenne strings, and vpon the viole with the song vpon the harpe.
2 Wee hanged our harpes vpon the willowes in the middes thereof.
3 When I helde my tongue, my bones consumed, or when I roared all the day,
17 Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me.
38 If my lande cry against me, or the furrowes thereof complayne together,
21 I am sore vexed for the hurt of ye daughter of my people: I am heauie, & astonishment hath taken me.
24 For my sighing commeth before I eate, and my roarings are powred out like the water.
3 My teares haue bin my meate day & night, while they dayly say vnto me, Where is thy God?
11 He hath stopped my wayes, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
14 I was a derision to all my people, and their song all the day.
25 Did not I weepe with him that was in trouble? was not my soule in heauinesse for the poore?
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.
10 Mine heart panteth: my strength faileth me, and the light of mine eyes, euen they are not mine owne.
20 My tabernacle is destroyed, and all my coardes are broken: my children are gone from me, and are not: there is none to spread out my tent any more, and to set vp my curtaines.
4 Mine heart failed: fearefulnesse troubled me: the night of my pleasures hath he turned into feare vnto me.
8 Therefore I will mourne and howle: I wil goe without clothes, and naked: I will make lamentation like the dragons, and mourning as the ostriches.