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My breath is strange to my wife, though I intreated for the children's sake of mine own body.(Job 19:17)
Yea, young children despised me; I arose, and they spake against me.(Job 19:18)
All my inward friends abhorred me: and they whom I loved are turned against me.(Job 19:19)
My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of God hath touched me.(Job 19:21)
Why do ye persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?(Job 19:22)
Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book!(Job 19:23)

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Job 19:20 - Referencia Cruzada

My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat. (Job 30:30)
By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin. (Salmos 102:5)
My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones. (Lamentaciones 3:4)
Their visage is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: their skin cleaveth to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick. (Lamentaciones 4:8)
He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, and the multitude of his bones with strong pain: (Job 33:19)
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome. (Job 7:5)
There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin. (Salmos 38:3)
Our skin was black like an oven because of the terrible famine. (Lamentaciones 5:10)
And Satan answered the LORD, and said, Skin for skin, yea, all that a man hath will he give for his life. (Job 2:4)
When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long. (Salmos 32:3)
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. (Salmos 22:14)
For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth. (Salmos 102:3)