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; 17 yet my hands are free of violence and my prayer is pure.
Job 16:15–17
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Baruch 4:19–21
19 Go your way, O my children. Go your way, for I am left desolate. (WEB) 20 I have put off the garment of peace, and put on the sackcloth of my petition. I will cry to the Everlasting as long as I live. (WEB) 21 Take courage, my children. Cry to God, and he will deliver you from t… (WEB)
Job 17:6–8
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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.
Psalms 69:2–4
2 I have sunk into the miry depths, where there is no footing; I have drifted into deep waters, where the flood engulfs me. 3 I am weary from my crying; my throat is parched. My eyes fail, looking for my God. 4 Those who hate me without cause outnumber the hairs of m…
Job 30:29–31
29 I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of ostriches. 30 My skin grows black and peels, and my bones burn with fever. 31 My harp is tuned to mourning and my flute to the sound of weeping.
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.
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…
Lamentations 3:48–50
48 Streams of tears flow from my eyes over the destruction of the daughter of my people. 49 My eyes overflow unceasingly, without relief, 50 until the LORD looks down from heaven and sees.
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