Job 7:5
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and becomes loathsome.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and becomes loathsome.
My body is clothed with worms and scabs; my skin cracks and festers.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
My flesh is clothed with wormes, fylthinesse and dust: my skynne is wythered, and crompled together:
My flesh is clothed with wormes and filthinesse of the dust: my skinne is rent, and become horrible.
My fleshe is clothed with wormes and dust of the earth: my skinne is withered and become horrible.
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 closes up, and breaks out afresh.
Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.
My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
My body is clothed with worms and dirty scabs; my skin is broken and festering.
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4My flesh and my skin He has made old; He has broken my bones.
3For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned like a hearth.
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.
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
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.
16My face is flushed with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
5My wounds are foul and festering because of my foolishness.
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.
3So I am made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4When I lie down, I say, 'When shall I arise, and the night be gone?' And I am full of tossing to and fro until the dawning of the day.
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.
26And though after my skin, worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh I shall see God,
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.
18By the great force of my disease my garment is changed: it binds me about like the collar of my coat.
19He has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
28And he, like a decaying thing, consumes, like a garment that is moth-eaten.
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.
30My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
20My bone clings to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped with the skin of my teeth.
1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
6But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised by the people.
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.
14I have said to corruption, 'You are my father'; to the worm, 'You are my mother, and my sister.'
15And where now is my hope? As for my hope, who shall see it?
7The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful food.
11You have clothed me with skin and flesh, and have fenced me with bones and sinews.
31Yet You will plunge me into the pit, and my own clothes will abhor me.
7Our bones are scattered at the mouth of the grave, as when one cuts and splits wood upon the earth.
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.
6How much less man, who is a worm, and the son of man, who is a worm?
7My eye also is dim because of sorrow, and all my members are like a shadow.
16I loathe it; I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are vanity.
16He has also broken my teeth with gravel stones; He has covered me with ashes.
26They lie down alike in the dust, and worms cover them.
3There is no health in my flesh because of your anger, nor is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.
4Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
6Even when I remember, I am afraid, and trembling takes hold of my flesh.
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.
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.
21And why do you not pardon my transgression and take away my iniquity? For now shall I sleep in the dust, and you shall seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.
11My days are like a shadow that declines, and I am withered like grass.