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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4 My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.
3 For my dayes are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burnt like an herthe.
4 Mine heart is smitten and withereth like grasse, because I forgate to eate my bread.
5 For the voyce of my groning my bones doe cleaue to my skinne.
6 My dayes are swifter then a weauers shittle, and they are spent without hope.
14 He hath broken me with one breaking vpon another, and runneth vpon me like a gyant.
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,
5 My woundes are putrified, and corrupt because of my foolishnes.
6 I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day.
7 For my reines are full of burning, and there is nothing sound in my flesh.
8 I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart.
3 So haue I had as an inheritance the moneths of vanitie, and painefull nights haue bene appointed vnto me.
4 If 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.
20 So that his life causeth him to abhorre bread, and his soule daintie meate.
21 His flesh faileth that it can not be seene, and his bones which were not seene, clatter.
26 And though after my skin wormes destroy this bodie, yet shall I see God in my flesh.
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.
18 For the great vehemencie is my garment changed, which compasseth me about as the colar of my coate.
19 He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like ashes and dust.
28 Such one consumeth like a rotten thing, and as a garment that is motheaten.
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.
15 My strength is dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
30 My skinne is blacke vpon me, & my bones are burnt with heate.
10 For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
20 My bone cleaueth to my skinne and to my flesh, and I haue escaped with the skinne of my teeth.
1 My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
6 But I am a worme, and not a man: a shame of men, and the contempt of the people.
7 But now hee maketh mee wearie: O God, thou hast made all my congregation desolate,
8 And hast made me full of wrinkles which is a witnesse thereof, and my leannes ryseth vp in me, testifying the same in my face.
14 I shall say to corruption, Thou art my father, and to the worme, Thou art my mother and my sister.
15 Where is then now mine hope? or who shal consider the thing, that I hoped for?
7 Such things as my soule refused to touch, as were sorowes, are my meate.
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and ioyned me together with bones and sinewes.
31 Yet shalt thou plunge mee in the pit, and mine owne clothes shal make me filthie.
7 Our bones lye scattered at the graues mouth, as he that heweth wood or diggeth in the earth.
12 Mine 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.
6 How much more man, a worme, euen the sonne of man, which is but a worme?
7 Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
16 I abhorre it, I shall not liue alway: spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
16 He hath also broken my teeth with stones, and hath couered me with ashes.
26 They shal sleepe both in the dust, & the wormes shal couer them.
3 There is nothing sound in my flesh, because of thine anger: neither is there rest in my bones because of my sinne.
4 And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
6 Euen when I remember, I am afrayde, and feare taketh hold on my flesh.
1 Wo 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.
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.
21 And 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.
11 My dayes are like a shadowe that fadeth, and I am withered like grasse.