Job 30:16
And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
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14As a wide breach they come, Under the desolation have rolled themselves.
15He hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety passed away.
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.
27My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction.
3For an enemy hath pursued my soul, He hath bruised to the earth my life, He hath caused me to dwell in dark places, As the dead of old.
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
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.
9Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
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.
4My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.
3For my soul hath been full of evils, And my life hath come to Sheol.
13Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
3Compassed me have cords of death, And straits of Sheol have found me, Distress and sorrow I find.
1My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
3And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?
15Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
16My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids `is' death-shade.
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.
20Remember well, and bow down doth my soul in me.
7Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
1My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
20See, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, My bowels have been troubled, Turned hath been my heart in my midst, For I have greatly provoked, From without bereaved hath the sword, In the house `it is' as death.
24For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.
25For a fear I feared and it meeteth me, And what I was afraid of doth come to me.
16Turn Thou unto me, and favour me, For lonely and afflicted `am' I.
17The distresses of my heart have enlarged themselves, From my distresses bring me out.
6I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
7For my flanks have been full of drought, And soundness is not in my flesh.
8I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.
2In a day of my distress the Lord I sought, My hand by night hath been spread out, And it doth not cease, My soul hath refused to be comforted.
5From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
4He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
11My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
31And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.
18And I say, Perished hath my strength and my hope from Jehovah.
2I pour forth before Him my meditation, My distress before Him I declare.
3When my spirit hath been feeble in me, Then Thou hast known my path; In the way `in' which I walk, They have hid a snare for me.
11Because His cord He loosed and afflicteth me, And the bridle from before me, They have cast away.
16Over me hath Thy wrath passed, Thy terrors have cut me off,
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
28My soul hath dropped from affliction, Establish me according to Thy word.
10My heart `is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.
7And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
16For these I am weeping, My eye, my eye, is running down with waters, For, far from me hath been a comforter, Refreshing my soul, My sons have been desolate, For mighty hath been an enemy.
17For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
6The cords of Sheol have surrounded me, Before me have been the snares of death.
21For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,