Job 30:31
My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.
My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.
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30 My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
15 The joy of our heart is ceased; our dance is turned into mourning.
27 My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
28 I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
10 And gladness is taken away, and joy out of the plentiful field; and in the vineyards there shall be no singing, neither shall there be shouting: the treaders shall tread out no wine in their presses; I have made their vintage shouting to cease.
11 Wherefore my bowels shall sound like an harp for Moab, and mine inward parts for Kir-haresh.
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 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
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.
11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
16 My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
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.
18 When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.
8 Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
31 Therefore will I howl for Moab, and I will cry out for all Moab; mine heart shall mourn for the men of Kir-heres.
21 Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
10 And I will turn your feasts into mourning, and all your songs into lentation; and I will bring up sackcloth upon all loins, and baldness upon every head; and I will make it as the mourning of an only son, and the end thereof as a bitter day.
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.
21 They have heard that I sigh: there is none to comfort me: all mine enemies have heard of my trouble; they are gd that thou hast done it: thou wilt bring the day that thou hast called, and they shall be like unto me.
12 Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow, which is done unto me, wherewith the LORD hath afflicted me in the day of his fierce anger.
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 desote and faint all the day.
7 The new wine mourneth, the vine languisheth, all the merryhearted do sigh.
8 The mirth of tabrets ceaseth, the noise of them that rejoice endeth, the joy of the harp ceaseth.
4 My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
36 Therefore mine heart shall sound for Moab like pipes, and mine heart shall sound like pipes for the men of Kir-heres: because the riches that he hath gotten are perished.
16 For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me: my children are desote, because the enemy prevailed.
6 I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
3 Surely against me is he turned; he turneth his hand against me all the day.
4 My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
3 Upon an instrument of ten strings, and upon the altery; upon the harp with a solemn sound.
2 We hanged our har upon the willows in the midst thereof.
3 When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
17 For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.
38 If my land cry against me, or that the furrows likewise thereof complain;
21 For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt; I am black; astonishment hath taken hold on me.
24 For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
3 My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
11 He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desote.
14 I was a derision to all my people; and their song all the day.
25 Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor?
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.
10 My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
20 My tabernacle is spoiled, and all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth of me, and they are not: there is none to stretch forth my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
4 My heart panted, fearfulness affrighted me: the night of my pleasure hath he turned into fear unto me.
8 Therefore I will wail and howl, I will go stripped and naked: I will make a wailing like the dragons, and mourning as the owls.