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Job 30:27–31 NIV

The churning inside me never stops; days of suffering confront me. I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help. I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of owls. My skin grows black and peels; my body burns with fever. My lyre is tuned to mourning, and my pipe to the sound of wailing.

Job 30:16–17 NIV

“And now my life ebbs away; days of suffering grip me. Night pierces my bones; my gnawing pains never rest.

Job 29:2–6 NIV

“How I long for the months gone by, for the days when God watched over me, when his lamp shone on my head and by his light I walked through darkness! Oh, for the days when I was in my prime, when God’s intimate friendship blessed my house, when the Almighty was still with me and my children were around me, when my path was drenched with cream and the rock poured out for me streams of olive oil.

Job 23:8–9 NIV

“But if I go to the east, he is not there; if I go to the west, I do not find him. When he is at work in the north, I do not see him; when he turns to the south, I catch no glimpse of him.

Job 17:7 NIV

My eyes have grown dim with grief; my whole frame is but a shadow.

Job 16:16 NIV

My face is red with weeping, dark shadows ring my eyes;

Job 16:6 NIV

“Yet if I speak, my pain is not relieved; and if I refrain, it does not go away.