Job 33:19
And he hath been reproved With pain on his bed, And the strife of his bones `is' enduring.
And he hath been reproved With pain on his bed, And the strife of his bones `is' enduring.
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20And his life hath nauseated bread, And his soul desirable food.
21His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen!
22And draw near to the pit doth his soul, And his life to those causing death.
22Only -- his flesh for him is pained, And his soul for him doth mourn.'
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.
18He keepeth back his soul from corruption, And his life from passing away by a dart.
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.
3Jehovah supporteth on a couch of sickness, All his bed Thou hast turned in his weakness.
11His bones have been full of his youth, And with him on the dust it lieth down.
17Also all his days in darkness he consumeth, and sadness, and wrath, and sickness abound.
14And I am plagued all the day, And my reproof `is' every morning.
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.
16And He breaketh with gravel my teeth, He hath covered me with ashes.
18Jah hath sorely chastened me, And to death hath not given me up.
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.
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.
25And this `one' dieth with a bitter soul, And have not eaten with gladness.
5From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
20`All days of the wicked he is paining himself, And few years have been laid up for the terrible one.
13Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
2Also -- to-day `is' my complaint bitter, My hand hath been heavy because of my sighing.
19Many `are' the evils of the righteous, Out of them all doth Jehovah deliver him.
20He is keeping all his bones, One of them hath not been broken.
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.
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.
1I `am' the man `who' hath seen affliction By the rod of His wrath.
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.
24Terrify him do adversity and distress, They prevail over him As a king ready for a boaster.
18He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.
13I have set `Him' till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
17Lo, the happiness of mortal man, God doth reprove him: And the chastisement of the Mighty despise not,
18For He doth pain, and He bindeth up, He smiteth, and His hands heal.
21For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
12Hungry is his sorrow, And calamity is ready at his side.
39What -- sigh habitually doth a living man, A man for his sin?
13When I said, `My bed doth comfort me,' He taketh away in my talking my couch.
18They have afflicted with fetters his feet, Iron hath entered his soul,
2Favour me, O Jehovah, for I `am' weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,
20To my skin and to my flesh Cleaved hath my bone, And I deliver myself with the skin of my teeth.
18And he putteth on reviling as his robe, And it cometh in as water into his midst, And as oil into his bones.
19Remember my affliction and my mourning, Wormwood and gall!
3When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.
35`They smote me, I have not been sick, They beat me, I have not known. When I awake -- I seek it yet again!'