Job 33:21
His flesh faileth that it can not be seene, and his bones which were not seene, clatter.
His flesh faileth that it can not be seene, and his bones which were not seene, clatter.
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19He is also striken with sorow vpon his bed, and the griefe of his bones is sore,
20So that his life causeth him to abhorre bread, and his soule daintie meate.
22So his soule draweth to the graue, and his life to the buriers.
4My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.
3For my dayes are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burnt like an herthe.
4Mine heart is smitten and withereth like grasse, because I forgate to eate my bread.
5For the voyce of my groning my bones doe cleaue to my skinne.
22But while his flesh is vpon him, he shall be sorowfull, and while his soule is in him, it shal mourne.
12His strength shalbe famine: and destruction shalbe readie at his side.
13It shall deuoure the inner partes of his skinne, and the first borne of death shall deuoure his strength.
14His hope shalbe rooted out of his dwelling, & shal cause him to go to the King of feare.
5My flesh is clothed with wormes and filthinesse of the dust: my skinne is rent, and become horrible.
28Such one consumeth like a rotten thing, and as a garment that is motheaten.
11His bones are full of the sinne of his youth, and it shal lie downe with him in the dust.
28Though he dwell in desolate cities, and in houses which no man inhabiteth, but are become heapes,
29He shall not be rich, neither shall his substance continue, neither shall he prolong the perfection thereof in the earth.
24His breasts are full of milke, and his bones runne full of marowe.
25And another dieth in the bitternes of his soule, and neuer eateth with pleasure.
8Nowe their visage is blacker then a cole: they can not knowe them in the streetes: their skinne cleaueth to their bones: it is withered like a stocke.
20My bone cleaueth to my skinne and to my flesh, and I haue escaped with the skinne of my teeth.
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
23(41:14) The members of his bodie are ioyned: they are strong in themselues, and cannot be mooued.
24My knees are weake through fasting, and my flesh hath lost all fatnes.
7Our bones lye scattered at the graues mouth, as he that heweth wood or diggeth in the earth.
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.
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.
11And thou mourne at thine end, (when thou hast consumed thy flesh and thy bodie)
17(5:16) Also all his dayes hee eateth in darkenes with much griefe, and in his sorowe and anger.
21There shall none of his meate bee left: therefore none shal hope for his goods.
7Such things as my soule refused to touch, as were sorowes, are my meate.
26And though after my skin wormes destroy this bodie, yet shall I see God in my flesh.
3And they eate also the flesh of my people, & flay off their skinne from them, & they breake their bones, and chop them in pieces, as for the pot, and as flesh within the caldron.
30My skinne is blacke vpon me, & my bones are burnt with heate.
25Then shal his flesh be as fresh as a childes, and shall returne as in the dayes of his youth.
20The pitifull man shall forget him: the worme shal feele his sweetenes: he shalbe no more remebred, & the wicked shalbe broke like a tree.
8A mischiefe is light vpon him, and he that lyeth, shall no more rise.
14Then his meat in his bowels was turned: the gall of Aspes was in the middes of him.
11He hath stopped my wayes, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
16His rootes shalbe dryed vp beneath, and aboue shall his branche be cut downe.
7For my reines are full of burning, and there is nothing sound in my flesh.
18Their soule abhorreth al meat, and they are brought to deaths doore.
7Yet shall hee perish for euer, like his dung, and they which haue seene him, shall say, Where is hee?
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.
23He wandreth to and fro for bread where he may: he knoweth that the day of darkenesse is prepared at hande.
26All darkenes shalbe hid in his secret places: the fire that is not blowen, shall deuoure him, and that which remaineth in his tabernacle, shalbe destroyed.
22Let mine arme fal from my shoulder, & mine arme be broken from the bone.
32Yet shal he be brought to the graue, & remaine in the heape.
9So that the eye which had seene him, shall do so no more, & his place shal see him no more.