15 Terrors are turned loose against me; they drive away my dignity as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed like a cloud. 16 And now my soul is poured out within me; days of affliction grip me. 17 Night pierces my bones, and my gnawing pains never rest.
Job 30:15–17
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Job 30:26–28
26 But when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, darkness fell. 27 I am churning within and cannot rest; days of affliction confront me. 28 I go about blackened, but not by the sun. I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
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 6:3–5
3 For then it would outweigh the sand of the seas— no wonder my words have been rash. 4 For the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me; my spirit drinks in their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me. 5 Does a wild donkey bray over fresh grass, or an ox l…
Job 17:1–2
1 “My spirit is broken; my days are extinguished; the grave awaits me. 2 Surely mockers surround me, and my eyes must gaze at their rebellion.
Lamentations 3:16–18
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. 18 So I say, “My strength has perished, along with my hope from the LORD.”
Psalms 31:9–11
9 Be merciful to me, O LORD, for I am in distress; my eyes fail from sorrow, my soul and body as well. 10 For my life is consumed with grief and my years with groaning; my iniquity has drained my strength, and my bones are wasting away. 11 Among all my enemies I am a d…
Psalms 88:2–4
2 May my prayer come before You; incline Your ear to my cry. 3 For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol. 4 I am counted among those descending to the Pit. I am like a man without strength.
Job 7:2–4
2 Like a slave he longs for shade; like a hireling he waits for his wages. 3 So I am allotted months of futility, and nights of misery are appointed me. 4 When I lie down I think: ‘When will I get up?’ But the night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn.
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