Job 33:19
He is also striken with sorow vpon his bed, and the griefe of his bones is sore,
He is also striken with sorow vpon his bed, and the griefe of his bones is sore,
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20So that his life causeth him to abhorre bread, and his soule daintie meate.
21His flesh faileth that it can not be seene, and his bones which were not seene, clatter.
22So his soule draweth to the graue, and his life to the buriers.
22But while his flesh is vpon him, he shall be sorowfull, and while his soule is in him, it shal mourne.
16Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
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.
18And keepe backe his soule from the pit, & that his life should not passe by the sword.
4My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.
5He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall, and labour.
3The Lord wil stregthen him vpon ye bed of sorow: thou hast turned al his bed in his sicknes.
11His bones are full of the sinne of his youth, and it shal lie downe with him in the dust.
17(5:16) Also all his dayes hee eateth in darkenes with much griefe, and in his sorowe and anger.
14For dayly haue I bene punished, and chastened euery morning.
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.
16He hath also broken my teeth with stones, and hath couered me with ashes.
18The Lorde hath chastened me sore, but he hath not deliuered me to death.
2For thine arrowes haue light vpon me, and thine hand lyeth vpon me.
3There is nothing sound in my flesh, because of thine anger: neither is there rest in my bones because of my sinne.
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
25And another dieth in the bitternes of his soule, and neuer eateth with pleasure.
5For the voyce of my groning my bones doe cleaue to my skinne.
20The wicked man is continually as one that traueileth of childe, and the nomber of yeeres is hid from the tyrant.
13His archers compasse mee rounde about: he cutteth my reines, and doth not spare, & powreth my gall vpon the ground.
2Though my talke be this day in bitternes, and my plague greater then my groning,
19Great are the troubles of the righteous: but the Lord deliuereth him out of them all.
20He keepeth all his bones: not one of them is broken.
3Therefore 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.
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.
1I am the man, that hath seene affliction in the rod of his indignation.
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.
24Affliction and anguish shall make him afraide: they shall preuaile against him as a King readie to the battell.
18He wil not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
13I rekoned to the morning: but he brake all my bones, like a lion: from day to night wilt thou make an ende of me.
17Beholde, blessed is the man whome God correcteth: therefore refuse not thou the chastising of the Almightie.
18For he maketh the wound, and bindeth it vp: he smiteth, and his handes make whole.
21Certainely mine heart was vexed, and I was pricked in my reines:
12His strength shalbe famine: and destruction shalbe readie at his side.
39Wherefore then is the liuing man sorowfull? man suffreth for his sinne.
13When I say, My couch shal relieue me, and my bed shall bring comfort in my meditation,
18They helde his feete in the stockes, and he was laide in yrons,
2Haue mercie vpon me, O Lorde, for I am weake: O Lord heale me, for my bones are vexed.
20My bone cleaueth to my skinne and to my flesh, and I haue escaped with the skinne of my teeth.
18As he clothed himselfe with cursing like a rayment, so shall it come into his bowels like water, and like oyle into his bones.
19Remembring mine affliction, & my mourning, the wormewood and the gall.
3When I helde my tongue, my bones consumed, or when I roared all the day,
35They haue stricken mee, shalt thou say, but I was not sicke: they haue beaten mee, but I knew not, when I awoke: therefore will I seeke it yet still.