And they took their seats on the earth by his side for seven days and seven nights: but no one said a word to him, for they saw that his pain was very great.

I have no peace, no quiet, and no rest; nothing but pain comes on me.

So I have for my heritage months of pain to no purpose, and nights of weariness are given to me.

So I will not keep my mouth shut; I will let the words come from it in the pain of my spirit, my soul will make a bitter outcry.

Only his flesh still has pain, and his soul is sad.

The evil man is in pain all his days, and the number of the years stored up for the cruel is small.

He is greatly in fear of the dark day, trouble and pain overcome him:

If I say what is in my mind, my pain becomes no less: and if I keep quiet, how much of it goes from me?

My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.

From the town come sounds of pain from those who are near death, and the soul of the wounded is crying out for help; but God does not take note of their prayer.

Pain is sent on him as a punishment, while he is on his bed; there is no end to the trouble in his bones;

Though I am right, still I am in pain; my wound may not be made well, though I have done no wrong.