Job 30:19
Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
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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.
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.
20I cry unto Thee, And Thou dost not answer me, I have stood, and Thou dost consider me.
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.
31Then in corruption Thou dost dip me, And my garments have abominated me.
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.
18By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me.
9Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,
10From Thine indignation and Thy wrath, For Thou hast lifted me up, And dost cast me down.
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
6Therefore do I loathe `it', And I have repented on dust and ashes.
8My way He hedged up, and I pass not over, And on my paths darkness He placeth.
9Mine honour from off me He hath stripped, And He turneth the crown from my head.
10He breaketh me down round about, and I go, And removeth like a tree my hope.
11And He kindleth against me His anger, And reckoneth me to Him as His adversaries.
6In dark places He hath caused me to dwell, As the dead of old.
7He hath hedged me about, and I go not out, He hath made heavy my fetter.
4He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
2I have sunk in deep mire, And there is no standing, I have come into the depths of the waters, And a flood hath overflown me.
9Remember, I pray Thee, That as clay Thou hast made me, And unto dust Thou dost bring me back.
16And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
5Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,
6Know now, that God turned me upside down, And His net against me hath set round,
3For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.
30My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat,
53They have cut off in a pit my life, And they cast a stone against me.
8And he taketh to him a potsherd to scrape himself with it, and he is sitting in the midst of the ashes.
28Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry.
9`What gain `is' in my blood? In my going down unto corruption? Doth dust thank Thee? doth it declare Thy truth?
22Thou dost lift me up, On the wind Thou dost cause me to ride, And Thou meltest -- Thou levellest me.
1My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
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.
10Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
18He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.
6And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.
7Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
8And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
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.
9He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.
6I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
20I have sinned, what do I to Thee, O watcher of man? Why hast Thou set me for a mark to Thee, And I am for a burden to myself -- and what?
21Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath stricken against me.
12At ease I have been, and he breaketh me, And he hath laid hold on my neck, And he breaketh me in pieces, And he raiseth me to him for a mark.
12I have been forgotten as dead out of mind, I have been as a perishing vessel.
4I have been reckoned with those going down `to' the pit, I have been as a man without strength.
29He putteth in the dust his mouth, if so be there is hope.