Isaiah 38:13
I reckoned till morning, that, as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
I reckoned till morning, that, as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
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12 Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17 My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
3 Surely against me is he turned; he turneth his hand against me all the day.
4 My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
10 He was unto me as a bear lying in wait, and as a lion in secret places.
11 He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
13 They gaped upon me with their mouths, as a ravening and a roaring lion.
14 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
13 From above hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them: he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: he hath made me desolate and faint all the day.
3 When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
12 I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.
13 His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.
14 Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.
15 What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it: I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.
8 I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
2 Lest he tear my soul like a lion, rending it in pieces, while there is none to deliver.
4 When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
10 For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
10 I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
17 Evening, and morning, and at noon, will I pray, and cry aloud: and he shall hear my voice.
40 Thus I was; in the day the drought consumed me, and the frost by night; and my sleep departed from mine eyes.
3 For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
2 How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart daily? how long shall mine enemy be exalted over me?
19 But I was like a lamb or an ox that is brought to the slaughter; and I knew not that they had devised devices against me, saying, Let us destroy the tree with the fruit thereof, and let us cut him off from the land of the living, that his name may be no more remembered.
17 I may tell all my bones: they look and stare upon me.
7 But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
8 And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.
9 He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
14 Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in mine hand?
15 Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
17 Lord, how long wilt thou look on? rescue my soul from their destructions, my darling from the lions.
14 For all the day long have I been plagued, and chastened every morning.
11 My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.
28 And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth eaten.
6 I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
13 O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.
19 He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, and the multitude of his bones with strong pain:
2 O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent.
13 If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
10 My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
23 He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
4 My soul is among lions: and I lie even among them that are set on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.
10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
16 He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones, he hath covered me with ashes.