Job 7:5
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
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4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
3For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.
4My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
14He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.
15I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
16My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
5My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.
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.
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.
20So that his life abhorreth bread, and his soul dainty meat.
21His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; and his bones that were not seen stick out.
26And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God:
16And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
18By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
28And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth eaten.
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.
30My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
20My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
6But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised of the people.
7But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
8And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.
14I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.
15And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
7The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.
11Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinews.
31Yet shalt thou plunge me in the ditch, and mine own clothes shall abhor me.
7Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.
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.
6How much less man, that is a worm? and the son of man, which is a worm?
7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
16I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
16He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones, he hath covered me with ashes.
26They shall lie down alike in the dust, and the worms shall cover them.
3There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
6Even when I remember I am afraid, and trembling taketh hold on my flesh.
1Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grapegleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat: my soul desired the firstripe fruit.
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.
21And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.
11My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.