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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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Accusation against God

16 Now my life is poured out on me;
    days of misery have seized me.
17 At night he bores my bones;
    my gnawing pain won’t rest.
18 With great force he grasps[a] my clothing;[b]
    it binds me like the neck of my shirt.
19 He hurls me into mud;
    I’m a cliché, like dust and ashes.

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Footnotes

  1. Job 30:18 LXX
  2. Job 30:18 Heb uncertain