Job 33:19
He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, and the multitude of his bones with strong pain:
He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, and the multitude of his bones with strong pain:
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20So that his life abhorreth bread, and his soul dainty meat.
21His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; and his bones that were not seen stick out.
22Yea, his soul draweth near unto the grave, and his life to the destroyers.
22But his flesh upon him shall have pain, and his soul within him shall mourn.
16And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
18By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
18He keepeth back his soul from the pit, and his life from perishing by the sword.
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
5He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall and travail.
3The LORD will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness.
11His bones are full of the sin of his youth, which shall lie down with him in the dust.
17All his days also he eateth in darkness, and he hath much sorrow and wrath with his sickness.
14For all the day long have I been plagued, and chastened every morning.
13From above hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them: he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: he hath made me desote and faint all the day.
16He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones, he hath covered me with ashes.
18The LORD hath chastened me sore: but he hath not given me over unto death.
2For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore.
3There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
25And another dieth in the bitterness of his soul, and never eateth with pleasure.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
20The wicked man travaileth with pain all his days, and the number of years is hidden to the oppressor.
13His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
2Even to day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
19Many are the afflictions of the righteous: but the LORD delivereth him out of them all.
20He keepeth all his bones: not one of them is broken.
3Therefore are my loins filled with pain: pangs have taken hold upon me, as the pangs of a woman that travaileth: I was bowed down at the hearing of it; I was dismayed at the seeing of it.
6I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
7For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.
1I am the man that hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.
14I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
24Trouble and anguish shall make him afraid; they shall prevail against him, as a king ready to the battle.
18He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
13I reckoned till morning, that, as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
17Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth: therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty:
18For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole.
21Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
12His strength shall be hungerbitten, and destruction shall be ready at his side.
39Wherefore doth a living man compin, a man for the punishment of his sins?
13When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
18Whose feet they hurt with fetters: he was laid in iron:
2Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
20My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
18As he clothed himself with cursing like as with his garment, so let it come into his bowels like water, and like oil into his bones.
19Remembering mine affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.
3When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
35They have stricken me, shalt thou say, and I was not sick; they have beaten me, and I felt it not: when shall I awake? I will seek it yet again.