Genesis 31:40
This was my situation: in the day the drought consumed me, and the frost by night; and my sleep fled from my eyes.
This was my situation: in the day the drought consumed me, and the frost by night; and my sleep fled from my eyes.
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38 "These twenty years I have been with you. Your ewes and your female goats have not cast their young, and I haven't eaten the rams of your flocks.
39 That which was torn of animals, I didn't bring to you. I bore its loss. Of my hand you required it, whether stolen by day or stolen by night.
41 These twenty years I have been in your house. I served you fourteen years for your two daughters, and six years for your flock, and you have changed my wages ten times.
42 Unless the God of my father, the God of Abraham, and the fear of Isaac, had been with me, surely now you would have sent me away empty. God has seen my affliction and the labor of my hands, and rebuked you last night."
3 When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.
4 For day and night your hand was heavy on me. My strength was sapped in the heat of summer. Selah.
16 "Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
3 so am I made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4 When I lie down, I say, 'When shall I arise, and the night be gone?' I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.
26 On this I awakened, and saw; and my sleep was sweet to me.
12 My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me like a shepherd's tent. I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life. He will cut me off from the loom. From day even to night you will make an end of me.
13 I waited patiently until morning. He breaks all my bones like a lion. From day even to night you will make an end of me.
4 I will not give sleep to my eyes, or slumber to my eyelids;
38 If my land cries out against me, and its furrows weep together;
39 if I have eaten its fruits without money, or have caused its owners to lose their life,
6 I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.
7 My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
2 In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord. My hand was stretched out in the night, and didn't get tired. My soul refused to be comforted.
10 Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
19 My root is spread out to the waters. The dew lies all night on my branch.
20 Aren't my days few? Cease then. Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
19 if I have seen any perish for want of clothing, or that the needy had no covering;
20 if his heart hasn't blessed me, if he hasn't been warmed with my sheep's fleece;
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
13 In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falls on men,
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"
2 I was mute with silence. I held my peace, even from good. My sorrow was stirred.
30 My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
7 But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made desolate all my company.
21 Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I shall not be."
17 Because I was not cut off before the darkness, neither did he cover the thick darkness from my face.
4 You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can't speak.
3 when his lamp shone on my head, and by his light I walked through darkness,
4 as I was in the ripeness of my days, when the friendship of God was in my tent,
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.
14 For all day long have I been plagued, and punished every morning.
3 I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
7 Your father has deceived me, and changed my wages ten times, but God didn't allow him to hurt me.
12 For it is a fire that consumes to destruction, and would root out all my increase.
28 I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
4 My heart flutters. Horror has frightened me. The twilight that I desired has been turned into trembling for me.
16 My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.
4 My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, for I forget to eat my bread.
13 From on high has he 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.
24 For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.
15 In a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falls on men, in slumbering on the bed;
10 My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.
13 When I say, 'My bed shall comfort me. My couch shall ease my complaint;'