Job 30:19
He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
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16 He has also broken my teeth with gravel stones; he has covered me with ashes.
17 You have removed my soul far off from peace; I forgot prosperity.
15 I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, And have thrust my horn in the dust.
16 My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.
20 I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.
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.
31 Yet you will plunge me in the ditch. My own clothes shall abhor me.
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.
18 By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
9 For I have eaten ashes like bread, And mixed my drink with tears,
10 Because of your indignation and your wrath, For you have taken me up, and thrown me away.
11 He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.
6 Therefore I abhor myself, And repent in dust and ashes."
8 He has walled up my way so that I can't pass, And has set darkness in my paths.
9 He has stripped me of my glory, And taken the crown from my head.
10 He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone. My hope he has plucked up like a tree.
11 He has also kindled his wrath against me. He counts me among his adversaries.
6 He has made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
7 He has walled me about, that I can't go forth; he has made my chain heavy.
4 My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
2 I sink in deep mire, where there is no foothold. I have come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.
9 Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again?
16 "Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
6 Know now that God has subverted me, And has surrounded me with his net.
3 For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a firebrand.
30 My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
53 They have cut off my life in the dungeon, and have cast a stone on me.
8 He took for himself a potsherd to scrape himself with, and he sat among the ashes.
28 I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
9 "What profit is there in my destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth?
22 You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
1 "My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
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.
10 Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
18 He will not allow me to take my breath, But fills me with bitterness.
6 "But he has made me a byword of the people. They spit in my face.
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.
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, My years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
9 He has walled up my ways with hewn stone; he has made my paths crooked.
6 I am pained and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.
20 If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men? Why have you set me as a mark for you, So that I am a burden to myself?
21 "Have pity on me, have pity on me, you my friends; For the hand of God has touched me.
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.
12 I am forgotten from their hearts like a dead man. I am like broken pottery.
4 I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,
29 Let him put his mouth in the dust, if so be there may be hope.