Job 10:11
You have clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
You have clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
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12 You have granted me life and loving kindness. Your visitation has preserved my spirit.
13 Yet you hid these things in your heart. I know that this is with you:
8 "'Your hands have framed me and fashioned me altogether, yet you destroy me.
9 Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again?
10 Haven't you poured me out like milk, and curdled me like cheese?
4 My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
5 He has built against me, and surrounded me with gall and travail.
13 For you formed my inmost being. You knit me together in my mother's womb.
14 I will give thanks to you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful. My soul knows that very well.
15 My frame wasn't hidden from you, when I was made in secret, woven together in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my body. In your book they were all written, the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there were none of them.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.
10 I clothed you also with embroidered work, and shod you with sealskin, and I dressed you about with fine linen, and covered you with silk.
11 I decked you with ornaments, and I put bracelets on your hands, and a chain on your neck.
6 I will lay sinews on you, and will bring up flesh on you, and cover you with skin, and put breath in you, and you shall live; and you shall know that I am Yahweh.
20 My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh. I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
8 You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
18 By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
26 After my skin is destroyed, then in my flesh shall I see God,
5 You hem me in behind and before. You laid your hand on me.
8 I saw, and, behold, there were sinews on them, and flesh came up, and skin covered them above; but there was no breath in them.
11 You have turned my mourning into dancing for me. You have removed my sackcloth, and clothed me with gladness,
10 "Now deck yourself with excellency and dignity. Array yourself with honor and majesty.
21 You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.
22 You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
15 I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and have thrust my horn in the dust.
4 Do you have eyes of flesh? Or do you see as man sees?
8 It will be health to your body, and nourishment to your bones.
11 He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.
4 The Spirit of God has made me, and the breath of the Almighty gives me life.
9 But you brought me out of the womb. You made me trust at my mother's breasts.
16 If my head is held high, you hunt me like a lion. Again you show yourself powerful to me.
6 that you inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
39 For you have armed me with strength to the battle. You have subdued under me those who rose up against me.
40 For you have armed me with strength for the battle. You have subdued under me those who rose up against me.
35 You have also given me the shield of your salvation. Your right hand sustains me. Your gentleness has made me great.
18 "'Why, then, have you brought me forth out of the womb? I wish I had given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me.
10 Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
8 Let me hear joy and gladness, That the bones which you have broken may rejoice.
23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can't be moved.
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.
31 yet you will plunge me in the ditch. My own clothes shall abhor me.
24 His pails are full of milk. The marrow of his bones is moistened.
30 My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
3 There is no soundness in my flesh because of your indignation, neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.
1 Yahweh, you have searched me, and you know me.
21 His flesh is so consumed away, that it can't be seen. His bones that were not seen stick out.
7 Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?