14 He breaks me with wound upon wound; He rushes me like a mighty warrior. 15 I have sewn sackcloth over my skin; I have buried my horn in the dust. 16 My face is red with weeping, and deep shadows ring my eyes;
Job 16:14–16
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Lamentations 3:3–5
3 Indeed, He keeps turning His hand against me all day long. 4 He has worn away my flesh and skin; He has shattered my bones. 5 He has besieged me and surrounded me with bitterness and hardship.
Lamentations 3:15–17
15 He has filled me with bitterness; He has intoxicated me with wormwood. 16 He has ground my teeth with gravel and trampled me in the dust. 17 My soul has been deprived of peace; I have forgotten what prosperity is.
Job 19:9–11
9 He has stripped me of my honor and removed the crown from my head. 10 He tears me down on every side until I am gone; He uproots my hope like a tree. 11 His anger burns against me, and He counts me among His enemies.
Psalms 38:7–9
7 For my loins are full of burning pain, and no soundness remains in my body. 8 I am numb and badly crushed; I groan in anguish of heart. 9 O Lord, my every desire is before You; my groaning is not hidden from You.
Job 7:4–6
4 When I lie down I think: ‘When will I get up?’ But the night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn. 5 My flesh is clothed with worms and encrusted with dirt; my skin is cracked and festering. 6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end wit…
Psalms 88:15–17
15 From my youth I was afflicted and near death. I have borne Your terrors; I am in despair. 16 Your wrath has swept over me; Your terrors have destroyed me. 17 All day long they engulf me like water; they enclose me on every side.
Job 17:6–8
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Job 30:18–20
18 With great force He grasps my garment; He seizes me by the collar of my tunic. 19 He throws me into the mud, and I have become like dust and ashes. 20 I cry out to You for help, but You do not answer; when I stand up, You merely look at me.
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