Job 19:20
My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
Cross References
- Psalms 102:5 By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
- Lamentations 4:8 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.
- Job 2:4-6 And Satan answered the LORD, and said, Skin for skin, yea, all that a man hath will he give for his life. But put forth thine hand now, and touch his bone and his flesh, and he will curse thee to thy face. And the LORD said unto Satan, Behold, he is in thine hand; but save his life.
- Job 7:5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
- Job 30:30 My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
- Job 33:19-22 He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, and the multitude of his bones with strong pain: So that his life abhorreth bread, and his soul dainty meat. His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; and his bones that were not seen stick out. Yea, his soul draweth near unto the grave, and his life to the destroyers.
- Psalms 22:14-17 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. 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. For dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feet. I may tell all my bones: they look and stare upon me.
- Psalms 32:3-4 When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long. For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.
- Psalms 38:3 There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.
- Psalms 102:3 For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.
- Lamentations 3:4 My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
- Lamentations 5:10 Our skin was black like an oven because of the terrible famine.