The churning inside me never stops; days of suffering confront me. (NIV)
My heart is troubled and does not rest; days of affliction come to meet me. (AMP)
My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me. (KJV)
The churning inside me never stops; days of suffering confront me. (NIV)
My heart is troubled and does not rest; days of affliction come to meet me. (AMP)
My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me. (KJV)
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. 20 "I cry out to you, God, but you do not answer; I stand up, but you merely look at me." 21 You turn on me ruthlessly; with the might of your hand you attack me. 22 You snatch me up and drive me before the wind; you toss me about in the storm. 23 I know you will bring me down to death, to the place appointed for all the living. 24 "Surely no one lays a hand on those who are crushed when they cry for help in their distress." 25 Have I not wept for those in trouble? Has not my soul grieved for the poor? 26 Yet when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, then came darkness. 27 The churning inside me never stops; days of suffering confront me. 28 I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help. 29 I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of owls. 30 My skin grows black and peels; my body burns with fever. 31 My lyre is tuned to mourning, and my pipe to the sound of wailing. (NIV)