Isaiah 38:13
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.
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.
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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.
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 Surely against me he turns his hand again and again all the day.
4 My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
10 He is to me as a bear lying in wait, as a lion in secret places.
11 He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.
13 They open their mouths wide against me, lions tearing prey and roaring.
14 I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; it is melted within me.
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.
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.
3 When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.
12 I was at ease, and he broke me apart. Yes, he has taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces. He has also set me up for his target.
13 His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.
14 He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs on me like a giant.
14 I chattered like a swallow or a crane. I moaned like a dove. My eyes weaken looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed. Be my security."
15 What will I say? He has both spoken to me, and himself has done it. I will walk carefully all my years because of the anguish of my soul.
8 I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned by reason of the anguish of my heart.
2 lest they tear apart my soul like a lion, ripping it in pieces, while there is none to deliver.
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.
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
10 I said, "In the middle of my life I go into the gates of Sheol. I am deprived of the residue of my years."
17 Evening, morning, and at noon, I will cry out in distress. He will hear my voice.
40 This was my situation: in the day the drought consumed me, and the frost by night; and my sleep fled from my eyes.
3 For the enemy pursues my soul. He has struck my life down to the ground. He has made me live in dark places, as those who have been long dead.
4 Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.
2 How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart every day? How long shall my enemy triumph over me?
19 But I was like a gentle lamb that is led to the slaughter; and I didn't know that they had devised devices against me, [saying], Let us destroy the tree with its fruit, and let us cut him off from the land of the living, that his name may be no more remembered.
17 I can count all of my bones. They look and stare at me.
7 But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made desolate all my company.
8 You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face.
9 He has torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me. He has gnashed on me with his teeth. My adversary sharpens his eyes on me.
11 My days are past, my plans are broken off, as are the thoughts of my heart.
14 Why should I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand?
15 Behold, he will kill me. I have no hope. Nevertheless, I will maintain my ways before him.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.
17 Lord, how long will you look on? Rescue my soul from their destruction, my precious life from the lions.
14 For all day long have I been plagued, and punished every morning.
11 My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.
28 though I am decaying like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.
6 I am pained and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.
13 Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away, and exist no more." For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.
19 He is chastened also with pain on his bed, with continual strife in his bones;
2 My God, I cry in the daytime, but you don't answer; in the night season, and am not silent.
13 If I look for Sheol as my house, if I have spread my couch in the darkness,
10 My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.
23 He weakened my strength along the course. He shortened my days.
4 My soul is among lions. I lie among those who are set on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.
10 Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
16 He has also broken my teeth with gravel stones; he has covered me with ashes.