Job 7:5
My body is clothed with worms and dirty scabs; my skin is broken and festering.
My body is clothed with worms and dirty scabs; my skin is broken and festering.
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4ב(Bet) He has made my mortal skin waste away; he has broken my bones.
3For my days go up in smoke, and my bones are charred like a fireplace.
4My heart is parched and withered like grass, for I am unable to eat food.
5Because of the anxiety that makes me groan, my bones protrude from my skin.
6My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and they come to an end without hope.
14He breaks through against me, time and time again; he rushes against me like a warrior.
15I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and buried my horn in the dust;
16my face is reddened because of weeping, and on my eyelids there is a deep darkness,
5My wounds are infected and starting to smell, because of my foolish sins.
6I am dazed and completely humiliated; all day long I walk around mourning.
7For I am overcome with shame and my whole body is sick.
8I am numb with pain and severely battered; I groan loudly because of the anxiety I feel.
3thus I have been made to inherit months of futility, and nights of sorrow have been appointed to me.
4If I lie down, I say,‘When will I arise?’, and the night stretches on and I toss and turn restlessly until the day dawns.
20so that his life loathes food, and his soul rejects appetizing fare.
21His flesh wastes away from sight, and his bones, which were not seen, are easily visible.
26And after my skin has been destroyed, yet in my flesh I will see God,
16Job’s Despondency“And now my soul pours itself out within me; days of suffering take hold of me.
17Night pierces my bones; my gnawing pains never cease.
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.
28So I waste away like something rotten, like a garment eaten by moths.
14My strength drains away like water; all my bones are dislocated; my heart is like wax; it melts away inside 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.
30My skin has turned dark on me; my body is hot with fever.
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.
20My bones stick to my skin and my flesh; I have escaped alive with only the skin of my teeth.
1My spirit is broken, my days have faded out, the grave awaits me.
6But I am a worm, not a man; people insult me and despise me.
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.
14If I cry to corruption,‘You are my father,’ and to the worm,‘My mother,’ or‘My sister,’
15where then is my hope? And my hope, who sees it?
7I have refused to touch such things; they are like loathsome food to me.
11You clothed me with skin and flesh and knit me together with bones and sinews.
31then you plunge me into a slimy pit and my own clothes abhor me.
7As when one plows and breaks up the soil, so our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.
12My dwelling place is removed and taken away from me like a shepherd’s tent. I rolled up my life like a weaver rolls cloth; from the loom he cuts me off. You turn day into night and end my life.
6how much less a mortal man, who is but a maggot– a son of man, who is only a worm!”
7My eyes have grown dim with grief; my whole frame is but a shadow.
16I loathe it; I do not want to live forever; leave me alone, for my days are a vapor!
16ו(Vav) He ground my teeth in gravel; he trampled me in the dust.
26Together they lie down in the dust, and worms cover over them both.
3My whole body is sick because of your judgment; I am deprived of health because of my sin.
4My strength leaves me; I am absolutely shocked.
6For, when I think about this, I am terrified and my body feels a shudder.
1Micah Laments Judah’s Sin Woe is me! For I am like those gathering fruit, and those harvesting grapes, when there is no grape cluster to eat, and no fresh figs that my stomach craves.
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.
21And why do you not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? For now I will lie down in the dust, and you will seek me diligently, but I will be gone.”
11My days are coming to an end, and I am withered like grass.