Job 30:31
My harp is also turned to mourning, and my flute to the voice of those who weep.
My harp is also turned to mourning, and my flute to the voice of those who weep.
My harp is turned to mourning and my flute to the sound of weeping.
My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.
my harpe is turned to sorow, & my pipe to wepinge.
Therefore mine harpe is turned to mourning, and mine organs into the voyce of them that weepe.
My harpe is turned to mourning, and my organs into the voyce of them that weepe.
My harp also is [turned] to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.
Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.
Therefore is my harp `turned' to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.
Therefore is my harp [turned] to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.
And my music has been turned to sorrow, and the sound of my pipe into the noise of weeping.
Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
My harp is used for mourning and my flute for the sound of weeping.
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30My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
15The joy of our heart has ceased; our dance is turned into mourning.
27My insides boiled and did not rest: the days of affliction confronted me.
28I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
10And 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.
11Therefore my heart shall sound like a harp for Moab, and my inward parts for Kirharesh.
9Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: my eye is consumed with grief, yes, my soul and my body.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
4Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
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.
11You have turned for me my mourning into dancing: you have removed my sackcloth, and clothed me with gladness;
5Because of the voice of my groaning, my bones cling to my skin.
15I have sewn sackcloth upon my skin and defiled my horn in the dust.
16My face is flushed with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
6He has made me also a byword of the people; and in the past I was like a tambourine.
7My eye also is dim because of sorrow, and all my members are like a shadow.
18When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint within me.
8Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
31Therefore I will howl for Moab, and I will cry out for all Moab; my heart shall mourn for the men of Kirheres.
21Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pierced in my mind.
10And I will turn your feasts into mourning, and all your songs into lamentation; I will bring sackcloth upon all waists, and baldness upon every head; I will make it like mourning for an only son, and the end of it like a bitter day.
20Behold, O LORD; for I am in distress: my heart is troubled; my heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: abroad the sword bereaves, at home there is as death.
21They have heard that I sigh: there is none to comfort me: all my enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that you have done it: you will bring the day that you have promised, and they shall be like me.
12Is it nothing to you, all you that pass by? Look and see if there is any sorrow like my sorrow, which is done to me, with which the LORD has afflicted me in the day of his fierce anger.
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.
7The new wine mourns, the vine languishes, all the merry-hearted do sigh.
8The mirth of tambourines ceases, the noise of those who rejoice ends, the joy of the harp ceases.
4My heart is in anguish within me, and the terrors of death have fallen upon me.
36Therefore my heart shall sound for Moab like pipes, and my heart shall sound like pipes for the men of Kirheres, because the riches he has acquired are perished.
16For these things I weep; my eye, my eye runs down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed.
6I am troubled; I am greatly bowed down; I go mourning all the day long.
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.
3On an instrument of ten strings, on the psaltery, and on the harp with a solemn sound.
2We hung our harps upon the willows in the midst of it.
3When I kept silent, my bones grew old through my groaning all day long.
17For I am ready to fall, and my sorrow is continually before me.
38If my land cries against me, or its furrows likewise complain;
21For the hurt of the daughter of my people, I am hurt; I am in mourning; astonishment has taken hold of me.
24For my sighing comes before I eat, and my groanings are poured out like water.
3My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually say to me, Where is your God?
11He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
14I was a ridicule to all my people; their song all the day.
25Did I not weep for those in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the poor?
14I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint; my heart is like wax; it is melted within me.
10My heart pants, my strength fails me; as for the light of my eyes, it also has gone from me.
20My tent is ruined, and all my cords are broken: my children have gone from me, and they are no more: there is no one to stretch forth my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
4My heart pounded, fearfulness frightened me; the night that I delighted in has been turned into terror for me.
8Therefore I will wail and howl, I will go stripped and naked: I will make a wailing like the jackals, and mourning as the ostriches.