Job 30:17
At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.
At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.
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16And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
18By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me.
19And he hath been reproved With pain on his bed, And the strife of his bones `is' enduring.
5From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
2For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.
3Soundness is not in my flesh, Because of Thine indignation, Peace is not in my bones because of my sin.
4He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
5He hath built up against me, And setteth round poverty and weariness.
27My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction.
3When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.
4When by day and by night Thy hand is heavy upon me, My moisture hath been changed Into the droughts of summer. Selah.
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.
12My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
13I have set `Him' till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
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.
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,
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.
6I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night `on' my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.
3So I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, And nights of misery they numbered to me.
4If I lay down then I said, `When do I rise!' And evening hath been measured, And I have been full of tossings till dawn.
5Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,
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.
21For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
40I have been `thus': in the day consumed me hath drought, and frost by night, and wander doth my sleep from mine eyes.
2Favour me, O Jehovah, for I `am' weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,
3And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?
3Therefore filled have been my loins `with' great pain, Pangs have seized me as pangs of a travailing woman, I have been bent down by hearing, I have been troubled by seeing.
4Wandered hath my heart, trembling hath terrified me, The twilight of my desire He hath made a fear to me,
20To my skin and to my flesh Cleaved hath my bone, And I deliver myself with the skin of my teeth.
21His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen!
13Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
4My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.
2My God, I call by day, and Thou answerest not, And by night, and there is no silence to me.
30My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat,
31And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.
14And I am plagued all the day, And my reproof `is' every morning.
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.
13In thoughts from visions of the night, In the falling of deep sleep on men,
14Fear hath met me, and trembling, And the multitude of my bones caused to fear.
13When I said, `My bed doth comfort me,' He taketh away in my talking my couch.
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.
3Over my back have ploughers ploughed, They have made long their furrows.
11Skin and flesh Thou dost put on me, And with bones and sinews dost fence me.
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.