Job 30:15
Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
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Job 30:15
Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
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Job 30:17
In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
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Job 30:19
He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
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