My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
So went Satan forth from the presence of the LORD, and smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot to his crown.
My skin is black on me, and my bones are burned with heat.
When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro to the dawning of the day.
O my God, I cry in the day time, but you hear not; and in the night season, and am not silent.
I reckoned till morning, that, as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day even to night will you make an end of me.
When I heard, my belly trembled; my lips quivered at the voice: rottenness entered into my bones, and I trembled in myself, that I might rest in the day of trouble: when he comes up to the people, he will invade them with his troops.