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16 “Now my soul is poured out within me.
    Days of affliction have taken hold of me.
17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me,
    and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
18 My garment is disfigured by great force.
    It binds me about as the collar of my tunic.
19 He has cast me into the mire.
    I have become like dust and ashes.

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Job Accuses God of Mistreating Him

16 “Now, my soul pours itself out;
    the time of my affliction has taken control of me.
17 The night racks my bones;
    and the pain that gnaws on me will not rest.
18 My clothes are disheveled by his forceful treatment of me;[a]
    he restricts my movement like the collar of my cloak.

19 “He tossed me into the mire;
    I’ve become like dust and ashes.

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Footnotes

  1. Job 30:18 The Heb. lacks of me