Job 30:17
My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
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16And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
18By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, and the multitude of his bones with strong pain:
5By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
2For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore.
3There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
5He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall and travail.
27My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
3When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
4For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.
2In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.
12Mine 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.
13I 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.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
14I 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.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
16For dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feet.
17I may tell all my bones: they look and stare upon me.
6I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
7For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.
8I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
6I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
3So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4When 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.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
13From 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.
21Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
40Thus I was; in the day the drought consumed me, and the frost by night; and my sleep departed from mine eyes.
2Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
3My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?
3Therefore are my loins filled with pain: pangs have taken hold upon me, as the pangs of a woman that travaileth: I was bowed down at the hearing of it; I was dismayed at the seeing of it.
4My heart panted, fearfulness affrighted me: the night of my pleasure hath he turned into fear unto me.
20My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
21His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; and his bones that were not seen stick out.
13His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
4My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
2O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent.
30My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
31My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.
14For all the day long have I been plagued, and chastened every morning.
3For 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.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
13In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men,
14Fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake.
13When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
20Behold, O LORD; for I am in distress: my bowels are troubled; mine heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death.
3The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows.
11Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinews.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.