pain

Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!

For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore.

For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.

The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.

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.

And he took him a potsherd to scrape himself withal; and he sat down among the ashes.

His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.

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.

He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.

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.

Like as a woman with child, that draweth near the time of her delivery, is in pain, and crieth out in her pangs; so have we been in thy sight, O LORD.

He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.

Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.

The wicked man travaileth with pain all his days, and the number of years is hidden to the oppressor.