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His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.(Job 16:13)
He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.(Job 16:14)
I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.(Job 16:15)
My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
Not for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure.(Job 16:17)
O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place.(Job 16:18)
Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.(Job 16:19)

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Job 16:16 - Referencia Cruzada

The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow. (Salmos 116:3)
And saith unto them, My soul is exceeding sorrowful unto death: tarry ye here, and watch. (Marcus 14:34)
Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly. (Salmos 31:9)
For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed. (Lamentaciones 1:16)
Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow. (Job 17:7)
I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God. (Salmos 69:3)
As many were astonied at thee; his visage was so marred more than any man, and his form more than the sons of men: (Isaías 52:14)
Then Jonah prayed unto the LORD his God out of the fish's belly, (Jonás 2:1)
When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long. (Salmos 32:3)
For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth. (Salmos 102:3)
For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping. (Salmos 102:9)
I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears. (Salmos 6:6)