Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds, and bruises, and putrifying sores: they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with ointment.

For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.




For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.

So went Satan forth from the presence of the LORD, and smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot unto his crown. And he took him a potsherd to scrape himself withal; and he sat down among the ashes. Then said his wife unto him, Dost thou still retain thine integrity? curse God, and die. read more.
But he said unto her, Thou speakest as one of the foolish women speaketh. What? shall we receive good at the hand of God, and shall we not receive evil? In all this did not Job sin with his lips.


For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.

An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him: and now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.