Job 30:27-31
New International Version
27 The churning inside me never stops;(A)
days of suffering confront me.(B)
28 I go about blackened,(C) but not by the sun;
I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.(D)
29 I have become a brother of jackals,(E)
a companion of owls.(F)
30 My skin grows black(G) and peels;(H)
my body burns with fever.(I)
31 My lyre is tuned to mourning,(J)
and my pipe(K) to the sound of wailing.
Job 30:27-31
Common English Bible
27 My insides, churning, are never quiet;
days of affliction confront me.
28 I walk in the dark, lacking sunshine;
I rise in the assembly and cry out.
29 I have become a brother to jackals,
a companion to young ostriches.
30 My skin is charred;
my bones are scorched by the heat.
31 My lyre is for mourning,
my flute, a weeping sound.
Job 30:27-31
King James Version
27 My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
28 I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
29 I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls.
30 My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
31 My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.
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