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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16My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids [is] the shadow of death;
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.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
12I 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.
13His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
14He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.
6Wherefore I abhor [myself], and repent in dust and ashes.
9He hath stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown [from] my head.
16He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones, he hath covered me with ashes.
11I made sackcloth also my garment; and I became a proverb to them.
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
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.
9He teareth [me] in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
10They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me.
31Yet shalt thou plunge me in the ditch, and mine own clothes shall abhor me.
16And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
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.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
6I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
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.
14The 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.
9For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping,
13But 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.
14I behaved myself as though [he had been] my friend [or] brother: I bowed down heavily, as one that mourneth [for his] mother.
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.
15My confusion [is] continually before me, and the shame of my face hath covered me,
6He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.
7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members [are] as a shadow.
10For 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.
20My friends scorn me: [but] mine eye poureth out [tears] unto God.
3I clothe the heavens with blackness, and I make sackcloth their covering.
10Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
15What 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.
15If 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;
10Then 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.
36Surely 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.
14Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in mine hand?
19Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this [is] a grief, and I must bear it.
14For all the day long have I been plagued, and chastened every morning.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
20I 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?
29He putteth his mouth in the dust; if so be there may be hope.
28I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, [and] I cried in the congregation.