Job 16:15
I have sewn sackcloth upon my skin and defiled my horn in the dust.
I have sewn sackcloth upon my skin and defiled my horn in the dust.
I have sewn sackcloth over my skin and buried my strength in the dust.
I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
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I haue sowed a sack cloth vpon my skynne, and lye with my strength in the dust.
I haue sowed a sackcloth vpon my skinne, and haue abased mine horne vnto the dust.
I haue sowed a sackecloth vpon my skinne, and wallowed my head in the dust.
I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, And have thrust my horn in the dust.
Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And have laid my horn in the dust.
I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And have laid my horn in the dust.
I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and have thrust my horn in the dust.
I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and buried my horn in the dust;
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16 My face is flushed with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
18 By the great force of my disease my garment is changed: it binds me about like the collar of my coat.
19 He has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and becomes loathsome.
12 I was at ease, but he has broken me apart; he has also seized me by my neck and shaken me to pieces and set me up as his target.
13 His archers surround me, he cleaves my entrails asunder and does not spare; he pours out my gall upon the ground.
14 He breaks me with breach upon breach; he runs upon me like a giant.
6 Therefore I abhor myself, and repent in dust and ashes.
9 He has stripped me of my glory and taken the crown from my head.
16 He has also broken my teeth with gravel stones; He has covered me with ashes.
11 I made sackcloth my garment also, and I became a proverb to them.
4 My flesh and my skin He has made old; He has broken my bones.
7 But now he has made me weary; you have made desolate all my company.
8 You have filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me, and my leanness rising up in me bears witness to my face.
9 He tears me in his wrath, who hates me; he gnashes upon me with his teeth; my enemy sharpens his eyes upon me.
10 They gape upon me with their mouth; they strike me on the cheek reproachfully; they gather themselves together against me.
31 Yet You will plunge me into the pit, and my own clothes will abhor me.
16 And now my soul is poured out within me; the days of affliction have seized me.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue clings to my jaws; You have brought me into the dust of death.
5 Because of the voice of my groaning, my bones cling to my skin.
11 He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
6 I am troubled; I am greatly bowed down; I go mourning all the day long.
13 From above he has sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them: he has spread a net for my feet, he has turned me back: he has made me desolate and faint all the day.
14 The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand: they are woven together, and come upon my neck: he has made my strength to fall, the Lord has delivered me into their hands, from whom I am not able to rise up.
9 For I have eaten ashes like bread and mixed my drink with weeping,
13 But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth; I humbled my soul with fasting, and my prayer returned to my own bosom.
14 I behaved myself as though he had been my friend or brother; I bowed down heavily, as one who mourns for his mother.
30 My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
31 My harp is also turned to mourning, and my flute to the voice of those who weep.
15 My confusion is continually before me, and the shame of my face has covered me,
6 He has made me also a byword of the people; and in the past I was like a tambourine.
7 My eye also is dim because of sorrow, and all my members are like a shadow.
10 For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
8 Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
20 My friends scorn me, but my eye pours out tears to God.
3 I clothe the heavens with blackness, and I make sackcloth their covering.
10 Remove your stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of your hand.
15 What shall I say? He has spoken to me, and He Himself has done it: I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.
15 If I am wicked, woe to me; and if I am righteous, yet will I not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see my affliction;
10 Then I should still have comfort; yes, I would harden myself in sorrow. Let him not spare, for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
36 Surely I would take it upon my shoulder, and bind it as a crown to me.
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
1 I am the man who has seen affliction by the rod of His wrath.
14 Why do I take my flesh in my teeth and put my life in my hand?
19 Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
14 For all day long I have been plagued, and chastened every morning.
4 Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
20 I have sinned; what shall I do unto you, O preserver of men? Why have you set me as a mark against you, so that I am a burden to myself?
29 He puts his mouth in the dust, there may yet be hope.
28 I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.