Job 7:5
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
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4 My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
3 For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.
4 My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.
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;
5 My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.
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.
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.
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.
26 And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God:
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.
28 And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth eaten.
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.
30 My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
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.
20 My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
6 But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised of the people.
7 But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
8 And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.
14 I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.
15 And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
7 The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinews.
31 Yet shalt thou plunge me in the ditch, and mine own clothes shall abhor me.
7 Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.
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.
6 How much less man, that is a worm? and the son of man, which is a worm?
7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
16 I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
16 He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones, he hath covered me with ashes.
26 They shall lie down alike in the dust, and the worms shall cover them.
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 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
6 Even when I remember I am afraid, and trembling taketh hold on my flesh.
1 Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grapegleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat: my soul desired the firstripe fruit.
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.
21 And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.
11 My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.