Job 30:17
In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
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16 "Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
18 By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
19 He is chastened also with pain on his bed, with continual strife in his bones;
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.
2 For your arrows have pierced me, your hand presses hard on me.
3 There is no soundness in my flesh because of your indignation, neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.
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.
27 My heart is troubled, and doesn't rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
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.
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.
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.
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
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.
16 For dogs have surrounded me. A company of evildoers have enclosed me. They have pierced my hands and feet.
17 I can count all of my bones. They look and stare at me.
6 I am pained and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.
7 For my waist is filled with burning. There is no soundness in my flesh.
8 I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned by reason of the anguish of my heart.
6 I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.
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.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
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.
21 For my soul was grieved. I was embittered in my heart.
40 This was my situation: in the day the drought consumed me, and the frost by night; and my sleep fled from my eyes.
2 Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint. Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
3 My soul is also in great anguish. But you, Yahweh--how long?
3 Therefore my thighs are filled with anguish. Pains have taken hold on me, like the pains of a woman in labor. I am in so much pain that I can't hear. I so am dismayed that I can't see.
4 My heart flutters. Horror has frightened me. The twilight that I desired has been turned into trembling for me.
20 My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh. I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
21 His flesh is so consumed away, that it can't be seen. His bones that were not seen stick out.
13 His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.
4 My heart is severely pained within me. The terrors of death have fallen on me.
2 My God, I cry in the daytime, but you don't answer; in the night season, and am not silent.
30 My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
31 Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
14 For all day long have I been plagued, and punished every morning.
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.
13 In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falls on men,
14 fear came on me, and trembling, which made all my bones shake.
13 When I say, 'My bed shall comfort me. My couch shall ease my complaint;'
20 See, Yahweh; for I am in distress; my heart is troubled; My heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: Abroad the sword bereaves, at home there is as death.
3 The plowers plowed on my back. They made their furrows long.
11 You have clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
11 He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.