Job 33:19
He is chastened also with pain on his bed, with continual strife in his bones;
He is chastened also with pain on his bed, with continual strife in his bones;
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20 So that his life abhors bread, and his soul dainty food.
21 His flesh is so consumed away, that it can't be seen. His bones that were not seen stick out.
22 Yes, his soul draws near to the pit, and his life to the destroyers.
22 But his flesh on him has pain, and his soul within him mourns."
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.
18 By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
18 He keeps back his soul from the pit, and his life from perishing by the sword.
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.
3 Yahweh will sustain him on his sickbed, and restore him from his bed of illness.
11 His bones are full of his youth, but youth shall lie down with him in the dust.
17 All his days he also eats in darkness, he is frustrated, and has sickness and wrath.
14 For all day long have I been plagued, and punished every morning.
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.
16 He has also broken my teeth with gravel stones; he has covered me with ashes.
18 Yah has punished me severely, but he has not given me over to death.
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.
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
25 Another dies in bitterness of soul, and never tastes of good.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.
20 the wicked man writhes in pain all his days, even the number of years that are laid up for the oppressor.
13 His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.
2 "Even today my complaint is rebellious. His hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.
19 Many are the afflictions of the righteous, but Yahweh delivers him out of them all.
20 He protects all of his bones. Not one of them is broken.
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.
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.
1 I am the man that has seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.
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.
24 Distress and anguish make him afraid. They prevail against him, as a king ready to the battle.
18 He will not allow me to catch my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
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.
17 "Behold, happy is the man whom God corrects. Therefore do not despise the chastening of the Almighty.
18 For he wounds, and binds up. He injures, and his hands make whole.
21 For my soul was grieved. I was embittered in my heart.
12 His strength shall be famished. Calamity shall be ready at his side.
39 Why does a living man complain, a man for the punishment of his sins?
13 When I say, 'My bed shall comfort me. My couch shall ease my complaint;'
18 They bruised his feet with shackles. His neck was locked in irons,
2 Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint. Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
20 My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh. I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
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 Remember my affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.
3 When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.
35 "They hit me, and I was not hurt! They beat me, and I don't feel it! When will I wake up? I can do it again. I can find another."