Job 30:27
My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction.
My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction.
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15He hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety passed away.
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.
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.
28Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry.
19My bowels, my bowels! I am pained `at' the walls of my heart, Make a noise for me doth My heart, I am not silent, For the voice of a trumpet I have heard, O my soul -- a shout of battle!
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.
26I was not safe -- nor was I quiet -- Nor was I at rest -- and trouble cometh!
26When good I expected, then cometh evil, And I wait for light, and darkness cometh.
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.
21For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
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,
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.
3I remember God, and make a noise, I meditate, and feeble is my spirit. Selah.
13Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
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.
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
16I have heard, and my belly trembleth, At the noise have my lips quivered, Rottenness doth come into my bones, And in my place I do tremble, That I rest for a day of distress, At the coming up of the people, he overcometh it.
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.
3When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.
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.
19Remember my affliction and my mourning, Wormwood and gall!
20Remember well, and bow down doth my soul in me.
31And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.
18My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
17For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
10My heart `is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.
11Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
11Therefore my bowels for Moab as a harp do sound, And mine inward parts for Kir-Haresh.
1I `am' the man `who' hath seen affliction By the rod of His wrath.
3Soundness is not in my flesh, Because of Thine indignation, Peace is not in my bones because of my sin.
6The cords of Sheol have surrounded me, Before me have been the snares of death.
14And I am plagued all the day, And my reproof `is' every morning.
4Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.
13And I -- in their sickness my clothing `is' sackcloth, I have humbled with fastings my soul, And my prayer unto my bosom returneth.
5Cords of Sheol have surrounded me, Before me have been snares of death.
17The distresses of my heart have enlarged themselves, From my distresses bring me out.
5He hath built up against me, And setteth round poverty and weariness.
16And God hath made my heart soft, And the Mighty hath troubled me.
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;
3And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?
3Compassed me have cords of death, And straits of Sheol have found me, Distress and sorrow I find.