Job 16:15
I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and buried my horn in the dust;
I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and buried my horn in the dust;
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16my face is reddened because of weeping, and on my eyelids there is a deep darkness,
18With great power God grasps my clothing; he binds me like the collar of my tunic.
19He has flung me into the mud, and I have come to resemble dust and ashes.
5My body is clothed with worms and dirty scabs; my skin is broken and festering.
12I was in peace, and he has shattered me. He has seized me by the neck and crushed me. He has made me his target;
13his archers surround me. Without pity he pierces my kidneys and pours out my gall on the ground.
14He breaks through against me, time and time again; he rushes against me like a warrior.
6Therefore I despise myself, and I repent in dust and ashes!
9He has stripped me of my honor and has taken the crown off my head.
16ו(Vav) He ground my teeth in gravel; he trampled me in the dust.
11I wear sackcloth and they ridicule me.
4ב(Bet) He has made my mortal skin waste away; he has broken my bones.
7Surely now he has worn me out, you have devastated my entire household.
8You have seized me, and it has become a witness; my leanness has risen up against me and testifies against me.
9His anger has torn me and persecuted me; he has gnashed at me with his teeth; my adversary locks his eyes on me.
10People have opened their mouths against me, they have struck my cheek in scorn; they unite together against me.
31then you plunge me into a slimy pit and my own clothes abhor me.
16Job’s Despondency“And now my soul pours itself out within me; days of suffering take hold of me.
15The roof of my mouth is as dry as a piece of pottery; my tongue sticks to my gums. You set me in the dust of death.
5Because of the anxiety that makes me groan, my bones protrude from my skin.
11He has obstructed my paths and torn me to pieces; he has made me desolate.
6I am dazed and completely humiliated; all day long I walk around mourning.
13מ(Mem) He sent down fire into my bones, and it overcame them. He spread out a trapper’s net for my feet; he made me turn back. He has made me desolate; I am faint all day long.
14נ(Nun) My sins are bound around my neck like a yoke; they are fastened together by his hand. He has placed his yoke on my neck; he has sapped my strength. The Lord has handed me over to those whom I cannot resist.
9For I eat ashes as if they were bread, and mix my drink with my tears,
13When they were sick, I wore sackcloth, and refrained from eating food.(If I am lying, may my prayers go unanswered!)
14I mourned for them as I would for a friend or my brother. I bowed down in sorrow as if I were mourning for my mother.
30My skin has turned dark on me; my body is hot with fever.
31My harp is used for mourning and my flute for the sound of weeping.
15All day long I feel humiliated and am overwhelmed with shame,
6He has made me a byword to people, I am the one in whose face they spit.
7My eyes have grown dim with grief; my whole frame is but a shadow.
10For my life nears its end in pain; my years draw to a close as I groan. My strength fails me because of my sin, and my bones become brittle.
8A Call to Lament Wail like a young virgin clothed in sackcloth, lamenting the death of her husband-to-be.
20My intercessor is my friend as my eyes pour out tears to God;
3I can clothe the sky in darkness; I can cover it with sackcloth.”
10Please stop wounding me! You have almost beaten me to death!
15What can I say? He has decreed and acted. I will walk slowly all my years because I am overcome with grief.
15If I am guilty, woe to me, and if I am innocent, I cannot lift my head; I am full of shame, and satiated with my affliction.
10Then I would yet have my comfort, then I would rejoice, in spite of pitiless pain, for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
36Surely I would wear it proudly on my shoulder, I would bind it on me like a crown;
1My spirit is broken, my days have faded out, the grave awaits me.
1א(Alef) The Prophet Speaks: I am the man who has experienced affliction from the rod of his wrath.
14Why do I put myself in peril, and take my life in my hands?
19And I cried out,“We are doomed! Our wound is severe! We once thought,‘This is only an illness. And we will be able to bear it!’
14I suffer all day long, and am punished every morning.”
4My strength leaves me; I am absolutely shocked.
20If I have sinned– what have I done to you, O watcher of men? Why have you set me as your target? Have I become a burden to you?
29Let him bury his face in the dust; perhaps there is hope.
28I go about blackened, but not by the sun; in the assembly I stand up and cry for help.