Job 6:7
The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful food.
The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful food.
My soul refuses to touch them; they are like loathsome food to me.
The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.
The thinges that sometyme I might not awaye withall, are now my meate for very sorow.
Such things as my soule refused to touch, as were sorowes, are my meate.
The thinges that sometime I might not away withel, are nowe my meate for very sorowe.
The things [that] my soul refused to touch [are] as my sorrowful meat.
My soul refuses to touch them; They are as loathsome food to me.
My soul is refusing to touch! They `are' as my sickening food.
My soul refuseth to touch `them'; They are as loathsome food to me.
My soul refuseth to touch [them] ; They are as loathsome food to me.
My soul has no desire for such things, they are as disease in my food.
My soul refuses to touch them. They are as loathsome food to me.
I have refused to touch such things; they are like loathsome food to me.
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20So that his life abhors bread, and his soul dainty food.
21His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; and his bones, that were not seen, stick out.
6Can that which is unsavory be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
18Their soul abhors all manner of food; and they draw near to the gates of death.
8Oh, that I might have my request and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
9Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand and cut me off!
10Then 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.
7The full soul loathes honeycomb, but to the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet.
14Then I said, Ah Lord GOD! behold, my soul has not been polluted, for from my youth up till now I have not eaten of that which dies of itself or is torn in pieces, neither has abominable flesh come into my mouth.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and becomes loathsome.
9For I have eaten ashes like bread and mixed my drink with weeping,
4My heart is stricken and withered like grass, so I forget to eat my bread.
5Because of the voice of my groaning, my bones cling to my skin.
15so that my soul chooses strangling, and death rather than my life.
16I loathe it; I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are vanity.
31If the men of my tent have not said, 'Oh that we had of his flesh! we cannot be satisfied.'
30Is there iniquity in my tongue? Cannot my palate discern perverse things?
11All her people sigh, they seek bread; they have given their pleasant things for food to relieve the soul: see, O LORD, and consider, for I have become vile.
25Another dies in the bitterness of his soul, never having eaten with pleasure.
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.
19Remembering my affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.
20My soul still remembers them and is humbled within me.
11Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
24My knees are weak through fasting, and my flesh is lean of fatness.
1Woe is me! For I am like when they have gathered the summer fruits, like the grape gleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat; my soul desired the first ripe fruit.
3For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea; therefore my words are swallowed up.
4For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison which drinks up my spirit; the terrors of God have arrayed themselves against me.
3My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually say to me, Where is your God?
18When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint within me.
24For my sighing comes before I eat, and my groanings are poured out like water.
27My insides boiled and did not rest: the days of affliction confronted me.
6The soul who has touched any such thing shall be unclean until evening, and shall not eat of the holy things, unless he washes his flesh with water.
4Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
4My flesh and my skin He has made old; He has broken my bones.
21Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pierced in my mind.
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.
15He has filled me with bitterness, He has made me drunk with wormwood.
16He has also broken my teeth with gravel stones; He has covered me with ashes.
1My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
3My soul is also greatly troubled: but You, O LORD, how long?
22But his flesh upon him shall have pain, and his soul within him shall mourn.
6Therefore I abhor myself, and repent in dust and ashes.
15I have sewn sackcloth upon my skin and defiled my horn in the dust.
7For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease, and there is no health in my flesh.
6But now our soul is dried away; there is nothing at all, besides this manna, before our eyes.
8I also cut off three shepherds in one month. My soul loathed them, and their soul also abhorred me.
19I called for my lovers, but they deceived me: my priests and my elders have died in the city, while they sought food to relieve their souls.
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.