Job 33:21
His flesh is so consumed away, that it can't be seen. His bones that were not seen stick out.
His flesh is so consumed away, that it can't be seen. His bones that were not seen stick out.
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19 He is chastened also with pain on his bed, with continual strife in his bones;
20 So that his life abhors bread, and his soul dainty food.
22 Yes, his soul draws near to the pit, and his life to the destroyers.
4 My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
3 For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch.
4 My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, for I forget to eat my bread.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.
22 But his flesh on him has pain, and his soul within him mourns."
12 His strength shall be famished. Calamity shall be ready at his side.
13 The members of his body shall be devoured. The firstborn of death shall devour his members.
14 He shall be rooted out of his tent where he trusts. He shall be brought to the king of terrors.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
28 though I am decaying like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.
11 His bones are full of his youth, but youth shall lie down with him in the dust.
28 He has lived in desolate cities, in houses which no one inhabited, which were ready to become heaps.
29 He shall not be rich, neither shall his substance continue, neither shall their possessions be extended on the earth.
24 His pails are full of milk. The marrow of his bones is moistened.
25 Another dies in bitterness of soul, and never tastes of good.
8 Their appearance is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: Their skin clings to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.
20 My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh. I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can't be moved.
24 My knees are weak through fasting. My body is thin and lacks fat.
7 "As when one plows and breaks up the earth, our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol."
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.
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.
11 You will groan at your latter end, when your flesh and your body are consumed,
17 All his days he also eats in darkness, he is frustrated, and has sickness and wrath.
21 There was nothing left that he didn't devour, therefore his prosperity shall not endure.
7 My soul refuses to touch them. They are as loathsome food to me.
26 After my skin is destroyed, then in my flesh shall I see God,
3 who also eat the flesh of my people, and flay their skin from off them, and break their bones, and chop them in pieces, as for the pot, and as flesh within the caldron.
30 My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
25 His flesh shall be fresher than a child's. He returns to the days of his youth.
20 The womb shall forget him. The worm shall feed sweetly on him. He shall be no more remembered. Unrighteousness shall be broken as a tree.
8 "An evil disease," they say, "has afflicted him. Now that he lies he shall rise up no more."
14 yet his food in his bowels is turned. It is cobra venom within him.
11 He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.
16 His roots shall be dried up beneath. Above shall his branch be cut off.
7 For my waist is filled with burning. There is no soundness in my flesh.
18 Their soul abhors all kinds of food. They draw near to the gates of death.
7 yet he shall perish forever like his own dung. Those who have seen him shall say, 'Where is he?'
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.
23 He wanders abroad for bread, saying, 'Where is it?' He knows that the day of darkness is ready at his hand.
26 All darkness is laid up for his treasures. An unfanned fire shall devour him. It shall consume that which is left in his tent.
22 then let my shoulder fall from the shoulder blade, and my arm be broken from the bone.
32 Yet he will be borne to the grave. Men shall keep watch over the tomb.
9 The eye which saw him shall see him no more, neither shall his place any more see him.