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