Job 7:5
My flesh is clothed with wormes and filthinesse of the dust: my skinne is rent, and become horrible.
My flesh is clothed with wormes and filthinesse of the dust: my skinne is rent, and become horrible.
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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.
6My dayes are swifter then a weauers shittle, and they are spent without hope.
14He hath broken me with one breaking vpon another, and runneth vpon me like a gyant.
15I haue sowed a sackcloth vpon my skinne, and haue abased mine horne vnto the dust.
16My face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is vpon mine eyes,
5My woundes are putrified, and corrupt because of my foolishnes.
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.
8I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart.
3So haue I had as an inheritance the moneths of vanitie, and painefull nights haue bene appointed vnto me.
4If 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.
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.
26And though after my skin wormes destroy this bodie, yet shall I see God in my flesh.
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.
28Such one consumeth like a rotten thing, and as a garment that is motheaten.
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.
30My skinne is blacke vpon me, & my bones are burnt with heate.
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
20My bone cleaueth to my skinne and to my flesh, and I haue escaped with the skinne of my teeth.
1My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
6But I am a worme, and not a man: a shame of men, and the contempt of the people.
7But now hee maketh mee wearie: O God, thou hast made all my congregation desolate,
8And hast made me full of wrinkles which is a witnesse thereof, and my leannes ryseth vp in me, testifying the same in my face.
14I shall say to corruption, Thou art my father, and to the worme, Thou art my mother and my sister.
15Where is then now mine hope? or who shal consider the thing, that I hoped for?
7Such things as my soule refused to touch, as were sorowes, are my meate.
11Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and ioyned me together with bones and sinewes.
31Yet shalt thou plunge mee in the pit, and mine owne clothes shal make me filthie.
7Our bones lye scattered at the graues mouth, as he that heweth wood or diggeth in the earth.
12Mine 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.
6How much more man, a worme, euen the sonne of man, which is but a worme?
7Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
16I abhorre it, I shall not liue alway: spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
16He hath also broken my teeth with stones, and hath couered me with ashes.
26They shal sleepe both in the dust, & the wormes shal couer them.
3There is nothing sound in my flesh, because of thine anger: neither is there rest in my bones because of my sinne.
4And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
6Euen when I remember, I am afrayde, and feare taketh hold on my flesh.
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.
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.
21And why doest thou not pardon my trespasse? and take away mine iniquitie? for nowe shall I sleepe in the dust, and if thou seekest me in the morning, I shall not be found.
11My dayes are like a shadowe that fadeth, and I am withered like grasse.