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.
17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
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.
19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
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.
5 He has built against me, and surrounded me with gall and travail.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.
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.
15 I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and have thrust my horn in the dust.
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.
14 The 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.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
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.
28 though I am decaying like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.
30 My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
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.
18 He clothed himself also with cursing as with his garment. It came into his inward parts like water, like oil into his bones.
19 Let it be to him as the clothing with which he covers himself, for the belt that is always around him.
18 They divide my garments among them. They cast lots for my clothing.
19 He is chastened also with pain on his bed, with continual strife in his bones;
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 For my iniquities have gone over my head. As a heavy burden, they are too heavy for me.
11 You have clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
13 But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth. I afflicted my soul with fasting. My prayer returned into my own bosom.
11 For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.
20 My 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.
11 He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.
7 He has walled me about, that I can't go forth; he has made my chain heavy.
27 My heart is troubled, and doesn't rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
21 His flesh is so consumed away, that it can't be seen. His bones that were not seen stick out.
31 yet you will plunge me in the ditch. My own clothes shall abhor me.
9 He 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."
10 Remove 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.
3 When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.
18 He will not allow me to catch my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
14 I put on righteousness, and it clothed me. My justice was as a robe and a diadem.