Job 6:7
Such things as my soule refused to touch, as were sorowes, are my meate.
Such things as my soule refused to touch, as were sorowes, are my meate.
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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.
6That which is vnsauerie, shall it be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the white of an egge?
18Their soule abhorreth al meat, and they are brought to deaths doore.
8Oh that I might haue my desire, and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
9That is, that God would destroy me: that he would let his hand go, and cut me off.
10Then should I yet haue comfort, (though I burne with sorowe, let him not spare) because I haue not denyed the wordes of the Holy one.
7The person that is full, despiseth an hony combe: but vnto the hungry soule euery bitter thing is sweete.
14Then said I, Ah, Lord God, beholde, my soule hath not bene polluted: for from my youth vp, euen vnto this houre, I haue not eaten of a thing dead, or torne in pieces, neither came there any vncleane flesh in my mouth.
5My flesh is clothed with wormes and filthinesse of the dust: my skinne is rent, and become horrible.
9Surely I haue eaten asshes as bread, and mingled my drinke with weeping,
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.
15Therefore my soule chuseth rather to be strangled and to die, then to be in my bones.
16I abhorre it, I shall not liue alway: spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
31Did not the men of my Tabernacle say, Who shall giue vs of his flesh? we can not bee satisfied.
30Is there iniquitie in my tongue? doeth not my mouth feele sorowes?
11All her people sigh and seeke their bread: they haue giuen their pleasant thinges for meate to refresh the soule: see, O Lorde, and consider: for I am become vile.
25And another dieth in the bitternes of his soule, and neuer eateth with pleasure.
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.
19Remembring mine affliction, & my mourning, the wormewood and the gall.
20My soule hath them in remembrance, and is humbled in me.
11Therefore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my minde.
24My knees are weake through fasting, and my flesh hath lost all fatnes.
1Wo is me, for I am as the sommer gatherings, and as the grapes of the vintage: there is no cluster to eate: my soule desired the first ripe fruites.
3For it woulde be nowe heauier then the sande of the sea: therefore my wordes are swallowed vp.
4For the arrowes of the Almightie are in me, the venime whereof doeth drinke vp my spirit, and the terrours of God fight against me.
3My teares haue bin my meate day & night, while they dayly say vnto me, Where is thy God?
18I would haue comforted my selfe against sorowe, but mine heart is heauie in me.
24For my sighing commeth before I eate, and my roarings are powred out like the water.
27My bowels did boyle without rest: for the dayes of affliction are come vpon me.
6The person that hath touched such, shall therefore be vncleane vntill the euen, and shall not eat of ye holy things, except he haue washed his flesh with water.
4And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
4My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.
21Certainely mine heart was vexed, and I was pricked in my reines:
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.
15He hath filled me with bitternes, & made me drunken with wormewood.
16He hath also broken my teeth with stones, and hath couered me with ashes.
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?
22But while his flesh is vpon him, he shall be sorowfull, and while his soule is in him, it shal mourne.
6Therefore I abhorre my selfe, and repent in dust and ashes.
15I haue sowed a sackcloth vpon my skinne, and haue abased mine horne vnto the dust.
7For my reines are full of burning, and there is nothing sound in my flesh.
6But now our soule is dryed away, we can see nothing but this Man.
8Three shepherdes also I cut off in one moneth, and my soule lothed them, and their soule abhorred me.
19I called for my louers, but they deceiued me: my Priestes and mine Elders perished in the citie while they sought their meate to refresh their soules.
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.