Job 19:20
To my skin and to my flesh Cleaved hath my bone, And I deliver myself with the skin of my teeth.
To my skin and to my flesh Cleaved hath my bone, And I deliver myself with the skin of my teeth.
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5From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
21Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath stricken against me.
22Why do you pursue me as God? And with my flesh are not satisfied?
18Also sucklings have despised me, I rise, and they speak against me.
19Abominate me do all the men of my counsel, And those I have loved, Have been turned against me.
4He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
13They have opened against me their mouth, A lion tearing and roaring.
14As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.
15Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
16And to the dust of death thou appointest me, For surrounded me have dogs, A company of evil doers have compassed me, Piercing my hands and my feet.
17I count all my bones -- they look expectingly, They look upon me,
14Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?
8And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
9His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.
10They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have smitten my cheeks, Together against me they set themselves.
16And He breaketh with gravel my teeth, He hath covered me with ashes.
17And Thou castest off from peace my soul, I have forgotten prosperity.
30My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat,
21His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen!
11Skin and flesh Thou dost put on me, And with bones and sinews dost fence me.
7Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies `on' the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.
16And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
17At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.
18By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me.
19Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
5Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,
26And after my skin hath compassed this `body', Then from my flesh I see God:
27Whom I -- I see on my side, And mine eyes have beheld, and not a stranger, Consumed have been my reins in my bosom.
22My shoulder from its blade let fall, And mine arm from the bone be broken.
15And -- in my halting they have rejoiced, And have been gathered together, Gathered against me were the smiters, And I have not known, They have rent, and they have not ceased;
16With profane ones, mockers in feasts, Gnashing against me their teeth.
10For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.
11Among all mine adversaries I have been a reproach, And to my neighbours exceedingly, And a fear to mine acquaintances, Those seeing me without -- fled from me.
20My interpreter `is' my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:
17And I break the jaw-teeth of the perverse, And from his teeth I cast away prey.
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
19And Thou, O Jehovah, be not far off, O my strength, to help me haste.
13From above He hath sent fire into my bone, And it subdueth it, He hath spread a net for my feet, He hath turned me backward, He hath made me desolate -- all the day sick.
11My lovers and my friends over-against my plague stand. And my neighbours afar off have stood.
10Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
19And he hath been reproved With pain on his bed, And the strife of his bones `is' enduring.
13My brethren from me He hath put far off, And mine acquaintances surely Have been estranged from me.
23The flakes of his flesh have adhered -- Firm upon him -- it is not moved.
10And yet it is my comfort, (And I exult in pain -- He doth not spare,) That I have not hidden The sayings of the Holy One.
7As one tilling and ripping up in the land, Have our bones been scattered at the command of Saul.
3Soundness is not in my flesh, Because of Thine indignation, Peace is not in my bones because of my sin.
13Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
10With a sword in my bones Have mine adversaries reproached me, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where `is' thy God?'
9Mine honour from off me He hath stripped, And He turneth the crown from my head.
13Is not my help with me, And substance driven from me?