Job 16:15
I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
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16 My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids [is] the shadow of death;
18 By the great force [of my disease] is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
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.
6 Wherefore I abhor [myself], and repent in dust and ashes.
9 He hath stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown [from] my head.
16 He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones, he hath covered me with ashes.
11 I made sackcloth also my garment; and I became a proverb to them.
4 My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
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.
10 They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me.
31 Yet shalt thou plunge me in the ditch, and mine own clothes shall abhor me.
16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
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.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
11 He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
6 I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
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.
14 The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand: they are wreathed, [and] come up upon my neck: he hath made my strength to fall, the Lord hath delivered me into [their] hands, [from whom] I am not able to rise up.
9 For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping,
13 But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing [was] sackcloth: I humbled my soul with fasting; and my prayer returned into mine own bosom.
14 I behaved myself as though [he had been] my friend [or] brother: I bowed down heavily, as one that mourneth [for his] mother.
30 My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
31 My harp also is [turned] to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.
15 My confusion [is] continually before me, and the shame of my face hath covered me,
6 He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.
7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members [are] as a shadow.
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.
8 ¶ Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
20 My friends scorn me: [but] mine eye poureth out [tears] unto God.
3 I clothe the heavens with blackness, and I make sackcloth their covering.
10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
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.
15 If I be wicked, woe unto me; and [if] I be righteous, [yet] will I not lift up my head. [I am] full of confusion; therefore see thou mine affliction;
10 Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
36 Surely I would take it upon my shoulder, [and] bind it [as] a crown to me.
1 ¶ My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves [are ready] for me.
1 ¶ I [am] the man [that] hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.
14 Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in mine hand?
19 Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this [is] a grief, and I must bear it.
14 For all the day long have I been plagued, and chastened every morning.
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
20 I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?
29 He putteth his mouth in the dust; if so be there may be hope.
28 I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, [and] I cried in the congregation.