Job 30:18
By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
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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.
6I am pained and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.
7For my waist is filled with burning. There is no soundness in my flesh.
8I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned by reason of the anguish of my heart.
19He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
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.
5He has built against me, and surrounded me with gall and travail.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.
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.
15I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and have thrust my horn in the dust.
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.
14The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand; They are knit together, they are come up on my neck; he has made my strength to fail: The Lord has delivered me into their hands, against whom I am not able to stand.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
10For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
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.
28though I am decaying like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.
30My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
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.
13I waited patiently until morning. He breaks all my bones like a lion. From day even to night you will make an end of me.
18He clothed himself also with cursing as with his garment. It came into his inward parts like water, like oil into his bones.
19Let it be to him as the clothing with which he covers himself, for the belt that is always around him.
18They divide my garments among them. They cast lots for my clothing.
19He is chastened also with pain on his bed, with continual strife in his bones;
2For your arrows have pierced me, your hand presses hard on me.
3There is no soundness in my flesh because of your indignation, neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.
4For my iniquities have gone over my head. As a heavy burden, they are too heavy for me.
11You have clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
13But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth. I afflicted my soul with fasting. My prayer returned into my own bosom.
11For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.
20My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh. I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
21"Have pity on me, have pity on me, you my friends; for the hand of God has touched me.
11He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.
7He has walled me about, that I can't go forth; he has made my chain heavy.
27My heart is troubled, and doesn't rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
21His flesh is so consumed away, that it can't be seen. His bones that were not seen stick out.
31yet you will plunge me in the ditch. My own clothes shall abhor me.
9He has stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.
8"An evil disease," they say, "has afflicted him. Now that he lies he shall rise up no more."
10Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
1"My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
3When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.
18He will not allow me to catch my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
14I put on righteousness, and it clothed me. My justice was as a robe and a diadem.