My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
I reckoned till morning, that, as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent.
When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
So went Satan forth from the presence of the Lord, and smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot unto his crown.
My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
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 cometh up unto the people, he will invade them with his troops.