Job.30.27

My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.

Job.30.27

My stomach's in a constant churning, never settles down. Each day confronts me with more suffering.

Job.30.27

The churning inside me never stops; days of suffering confront me.

Job.30.27

My heart is in turmoil and cannot rest; Days of affliction confront me.