<< Job 19:20 >>

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  • Psalms 102:5
    I groan out loud because of my suffering. I’m nothing but skin and bones.
  • Lamentations 4:8
    But now they are blacker than coal. No one even recognizes them in the streets. Their skin is wrinkled on their bones. It has become as dry as a stick.
  • Job 33:19-22
    Someone might be punished by suffering in bed. The pain in their bones might never go away.They might feel so bad they can’t eat anything. They might even hate the finest food.Their body might waste away to nothing. Their bones might have been hidden. But now they stick out.They might approach the very edge of the grave. The messengers of death might come for them.
  • Psalms 102:3
    My days are disappearing like smoke. My body burns like glowing coals.
  • Psalms 38:3
    Because of your anger, my whole body is sick. Because of my sin, I’m not healthy.
  • Job 2:4-6
    Satan replied,“ A man will give everything he has to save himself. So Job is willing to give up the lives of his family to save his own life.But now reach out your hand and strike his flesh and bones. Then I’m sure he will speak evil things against you. In fact, he’ll do it right in front of you.”The Lord said to Satan,“ All right. I am handing him over to you. But you must spare his life.”
  • Job 30:30
    My skin grows black and peels. My body burns with fever.
  • Job 7:5
    My body is covered with worms and sores. My skin is broken. It has boils all over it.
  • Lamentations 3:4
    He has worn out my body. He has broken my bones.
  • Lamentations 5:10
    Our skin is as hot as an oven. We are so hungry we’re burning up with fever.
  • Psalms 32:3-4
    When I kept silent about my sin, my body became weak because I groaned all day long.Day and night you punished me. I became weaker and weaker as I do in the heat of summer.
  • Psalms 22:14-17
    My strength is like water that is poured out on the ground. I feel as if my bones aren’t connected. My heart has turned to wax. It has melted away inside me.My mouth is dried up like a piece of broken pottery. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You bring me down to the edge of the grave.A group of sinful people has closed in on me. They are all around me like a pack of dogs. They have pierced my hands and my feet.Everyone can see all my bones right through my skin. People stare at me. They laugh when I suffer.