Job 30:18
By the great force of my disease my garment is changed: it binds me about like the collar of my coat.
By the great force of my disease my garment is changed: it binds me about like the collar of my coat.
With great force my garment is disfigured; it binds me like the collar of my tunic.
By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
By [God's] great force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
With all their power haue they chaunged my garmet, & gyrded me therwith, as it were wt a coate.
For the great vehemencie is my garment changed, which compasseth me about as the colar of my coate.
For the vehemencie of sorowe is my garment chaunged, whiche compasseth me about as the coller of my coote.
By the great force [of my disease] is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me.
By `God's' great force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
By [God's] great force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
With great power God grasps my clothing; he binds me like the collar of my tunic.
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16And now my soul is poured out within me; the days of affliction have seized me.
17My bones are pierced in me at night, and my sinews find no rest.
6I am troubled; I am greatly bowed down; I go mourning all the day long.
7For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease, and there is no health in my flesh.
8I am feeble and severely broken; I have roared because of the disquiet of my heart.
19He has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
3Surely against me He is turned; He turns His hand against me all day long.
4My flesh and my skin He has made old; He has broken my bones.
5He has built against me and surrounded me with bitterness and hardship.
5Because of the voice of my groaning, my bones cling to my skin.
12I 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.
13His archers surround me, he cleaves my entrails asunder and does not spare; he pours out my gall upon the ground.
14He breaks me with breach upon breach; he runs upon me like a giant.
15I have sewn sackcloth upon my skin and defiled my horn in the dust.
14I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint; my heart is like wax; it is melted within me.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue clings to my jaws; You have brought me into the dust of death.
13From 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.
14The 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.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and becomes loathsome.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
7But now he has made me weary; you have made desolate all my company.
8You have filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me, and my leanness rising up in me bears witness to my face.
28And he, like a decaying thing, consumes, like a garment that is moth-eaten.
30My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
12My lifespan is gone, taken from me like a shepherd's tent: I have cut off my life like a weaver; He cuts me off with pining sickness: from day to night You make an end of me.
13I counted till morning, that as a lion, so will He break all my bones: from day to night You make an end of me.
18As he clothed himself with cursing as with a garment, so let it come into his bowels like water, and like oil into his bones.
19Let it be to him as the garment that covers him, and as a belt with which he is girded continually.
18They divide my garments among them, and cast lots for my clothing.
19He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, and the multitude of his bones with strong pain;
2For your arrows pierce deeply into me, and your hand presses me hard.
3There is no health in my flesh because of your anger, nor is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.
4For my iniquities have gone over my head; like a heavy burden, they are too heavy for me.
11You have clothed me with skin and flesh, and have fenced me with bones and sinews.
13But 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.
11Because He has loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me.
20My bone clings to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped with the skin of my teeth.
21Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O you my friends, for the hand of God has touched me.
11He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
7He has hedged me in so I cannot get out; He has made my chain heavy.
27My insides boiled and did not rest: the days of affliction confronted me.
21His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; and his bones, that were not seen, stick out.
31Yet You will plunge me into the pit, and my own clothes will abhor me.
9He has stripped me of my glory and taken the crown from my head.
8‘An evil disease,’ they say, ‘clings to him; now that he lies down, he will rise up no more.’
10Remove your stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of your hand.
1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
3When I kept silent, my bones grew old through my groaning all day long.
18He will not allow me to regain my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
14I put on righteousness, and it clothed me; my justice was like a robe and a crown.