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