Job 33:19
He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, and the multitude of his bones with strong pain:
He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, and the multitude of his bones with strong pain:
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20 So that his life abhorreth bread, and his soul dainty meat.
21 His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; and his bones that were not seen stick out.
22 Yea, his soul draweth near unto the grave, and his life to the destroyers.
22 But his flesh upon him shall have pain, and his soul within him shall mourn.
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.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
18 He keepeth back his soul from the pit, and his life from perishing by the sword.
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.
3 The LORD will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness.
11 His bones are full of the sin of his youth, which shall lie down with him in the dust.
17 All his days also he eateth in darkness, and he hath much sorrow and wrath with his sickness.
14 For all the day long have I been plagued, and chastened every morning.
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.
16 He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones, he hath covered me with ashes.
18 The LORD hath chastened me sore: but he hath not given me over unto death.
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.
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.
25 And another dieth in the bitterness of his soul, and never eateth with pleasure.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
20 The wicked man travaileth with pain all his days, and the number of years is hidden to the oppressor.
13 His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
2 Even to day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
19 Many are the afflictions of the righteous: but the LORD delivereth him out of them all.
20 He keepeth all his bones: not one of them is broken.
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.
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.
1 I am the man that hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.
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.
24 Trouble and anguish shall make him afraid; they shall prevail against him, as a king ready to the battle.
18 He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
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.
17 Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth: therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty:
18 For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole.
21 Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
12 His strength shall be hungerbitten, and destruction shall be ready at his side.
39 Wherefore doth a living man compin, a man for the punishment of his sins?
13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
18 Whose feet they hurt with fetters: he was laid in iron:
2 Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
20 My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
18 As he clothed himself with cursing like as with his garment, so let it come into his bowels like water, and like oil into his bones.
19 Remembering mine affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.
3 When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
35 They have stricken me, shalt thou say, and I was not sick; they have beaten me, and I felt it not: when shall I awake? I will seek it yet again.