• Job 30:15

    Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my sould as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.

  • Job 30:16

    And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.

  • Job 30:17

    My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.

  • Job 30:18

    By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.

  • Job 30:19

    He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.

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