Job 30:27
My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
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15 ¶ Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17 My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
18 By the great force [of my disease] is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
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.
28 I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, [and] I cried in the congregation.
19 ¶ My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
24 For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
25 For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.
26 I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came.
26 When I looked for good, then evil came [unto me]: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
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.
21 ¶ Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
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.
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.
3 I remembered God, and was troubled: I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Selah.
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 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.
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
16 ¶ When I heard, my belly trembled; my lips quivered at the voice: rottenness entered into my bones, and I trembled in myself, that I might rest in the day of trouble: when he cometh up unto the people, he will invade them with his troops.
9 ¶ Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, [yea], my soul and my belly.
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.
4 My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
3 When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring 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.
19 Remembering mine affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.
20 My soul hath [them] still in remembrance, and is humbled in me.
31 My harp also is [turned] to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.
18 [When] I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart [is] faint in me.
17 For I [am] ready to halt, and my sorrow [is] continually before me.
10 My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
11 Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
11 He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
11 Wherefore my bowels shall sound like an harp for Moab, and mine inward parts for Kirharesh.
1 ¶ I [am] the man [that] hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.
3 [There is] no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither [is there any] rest in my bones because of my sin.
6 The sorrows of hell compassed me about; the snares of death prevented me;
14 For all the day long have I been plagued, and chastened every morning.
4 My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.
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.
5 The sorrows of hell compassed me about: the snares of death prevented me.
17 The troubles of my heart are enlarged: [O] bring thou me out of my distresses.
5 He hath builded against me, and compassed [me] with gall and travail.
16 For God maketh my heart soft, and the Almighty troubleth me:
15 But in mine adversity they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together: [yea], the abjects gathered themselves together against me, and I knew [it] not; they did tear [me], and ceased not:
3 My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?
3 The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.