Job 30:17–19

17 Night pierces my bones;

my gnawing pains never rest.

18 In his great power God becomes like clothing to me;

he binds me like the neck of my garment.

19 He throws me into the mud,

and I am reduced to dust and ashes.

17 My bones are pierced in me in the night season:

And my sinews take no rest.

18 By the great force of my disease is my garment changed:

It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.

19 He hath cast me into the mire,

And I am become like dust and ashes.

17 At night my bones are filled with pain,

which gnaws at me relentlessly.

18 With a strong hand, God grabs my shirt.

He grips me by the collar of my coat.

19 He has thrown me into the mud.

I’m nothing more than dust and ashes.

17 My bones are pierced in me at night,

And my gnawing pains take no rest.

18 By great force my garment is disfigured;

It binds me about as the collar of my coat.

19 He has cast me into the mire,

And I have become like dust and ashes.

17 At night my bones ache;

gnawing pains never stop.

18 In his great power God grabs hold of my clothing

and chokes me with the collar of my coat.

19 He throws me into the mud,

and I become like dirt and ashes.

17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me,

And the pains that gnaw me take no rest.

18 By God’s great force is my garment disfigured;

It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.

19 He hath cast me into the mire,

And I am become like dust and ashes.

17 The night pierceth through my bones and detacheth them from me, and my gnawing pains take no rest: 18 By their great force they have become my raiment; they bind me about as the collar of my coat. 19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.

17 At night God pierces my bones. 

My bodydoesn’t rest. 

18 With great strength he grabs my clothes. 

He seizes me by the collar of my robe. 

19 He throws me into the dirt 

so that I become like dust and ashes.” 

17 Night pierces my bones,

but my gnawing pains never rest.

18 My clothing is distorted with great force;

He chokes me by the neck of my garment.

19 He throws me into the mud,

and I have become like dust and ashes.

17 The night racks my bones,

and the pain that gnaws me takes no rest.

18 With violence he seizes my garment;

he grasps me by the collar of my tunic.

19 He has cast me into the mire,

and I have become like dust and ashes.

17 At night I am in great pain;

my pains do not take a rest.

18 He seizes my clothing with great power;

he grasps me by my tunic’s collar.

19 He has cast me into the dirt,

and I have become like dust and ashes.

17 At night my bones hurt.

My gnawing pains never stop.

18 God’s great power becomes like clothes to me.

He chokes me like the neck of my shirt.

19 He throws me down into the mud.

I’m nothing but dust and ashes.

17 “At night it pierces my bones within me,

And my gnawing pains take no rest.

18 “By a great force my garment is distorted;

It binds me about as the collar of my coat.

19 “He has cast me into the mire,

And I have become like dust and ashes.