Job 30:16 - King James Version with Apocrypha - American Edition

¹⁶ And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

¹⁶ And now my soul is poured out upon me; The days of affliction have taken hold upon me.

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

¹⁶ And now my life is poured out within me; the days of affliction have gripped me.

American Standard Version (1901)

¹⁶ And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.

Common English Bible

¹⁶ Now my life is poured out on me; days of misery have seized me.

Catholic Public Domain Version

¹⁶ But now my soul withers within myself, and the days of affliction take hold of me.

Job 30:16 Referencias Cruzadas

Psalm 42:4

When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.

Psalm 22:14

I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.

Isaiah 53:12

Therefore will I divide him a portion with the great, and he shall divide the spoil with the strong; because he hath poured out his soul unto death: and he was numbered with the transgressors: and he bare the sin of many, and made intercession for the transgressors.

Psalm 40:12

For innumerable evils have compassed me about: mine iniquities have taken hold upon me, so that I am not able to look up; they are more than the hairs of mine head: therefore my heart faileth me.

Job 3:24

For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.

1 Samuel 1:15

And Hannah answered and said, No, my lord, I am a woman of a sorrowful spirit: I have drunk neither wine nor strong drink, but have poured out my soul before the Lord.

Lamentations 2:12

They say to their mothers, Where is corn and wine? when they swooned as the wounded in the streets of the city, when their soul was poured out into their mothers' bosom.

Psalm 22:15

My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.