Job 10:19
I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
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18 Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me.
16 Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, As infants that never saw light.
10 Because it shut not up the doors of my [mother's] womb, Nor hid trouble from mine eyes.
11 Why died I not from the womb? Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bare me?
12 Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should suck?
13 For now should I have lain down and been quiet; I should have slept; then had I been at rest,
20 Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
21 Before I go whence I shall not return, [Even] to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
17 because he slew me not from the womb; and so my mother would have been my grave, and her womb always great.
18 Wherefore came I forth out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
13 Oh that thou wouldest hide me in Sheol, That thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, That thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!
9 Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
10 And be it still my consolation, Yea, let me exult in pain that spareth not, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
11 What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is mine end, that I should be patient?
3 Let the day perish wherein I was born, And the night which said, There is a man-child conceived.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
10 I said, In the noontide of my days I shall go into the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
11 I said, I shall not see Jehovah, [even] Jehovah in the land of the living: I shall behold man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
12 My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me as a shepherd's tent: I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life; he will cut me off from the loom: From day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
1 My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
8 Thy hands have framed me and fashioned me Together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay; And wilt thou bring me into dust again?
10 Hast thou not poured me out as milk, And curdled me like cheese?
14 Cursed be the day wherein I was born: let not the day wherein my mother bare me be blessed.
16 I loathe [my life] ; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.
9 But thou art he that took me out of the womb; Thou didst make me trust [when I was] upon my mother's breasts.
10 I was cast upon thee from the womb; Thou art my God since my mother bare me.
10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
10 He hath broken me down on every side, and I am gone; And my hope hath he plucked up like a tree.
12 I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.
19 But I was like a gentle lamb that is led to the slaughter; and I knew not that they had devised devices against me, [saying], Let us destroy the tree with the fruit thereof, and let us cut him off from the land of the living, that his name may be no more remembered.
13 If I look for Sheol as my house; If I have spread my couch in the darkness;
15 Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
6 He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
2 Oh that I were as in the months of old, As in the days when God watched over me;
17 And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace; I forgat prosperity.
19 Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is [my] grief, and I must bear it.
47 Oh remember how short my time is: For what vanity hast thou created all the children of men!
17 Because I was not cut off before the darkness, Neither did he cover the thick darkness from my face.
29 I shall be condemned; Why then do I labor in vain?
8 The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more; Thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be.
21 And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust; And thou wilt seek me diligently, but I shall not be.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, And my years with sighing: My strength faileth because of mine iniquity, And my bones are wasted away.
4 I am reckoned with them that go down into the pit; I am as a man that hath no help,
15 Did not he that made me in the womb make him? And did not one fashion us in the womb?
21 I am perfect; I regard not myself; I despise my life.
22 For when a few years are come, I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
13 Is it not that I have no help in me, And that wisdom is driven quite from me?
15 What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it: I shall go softly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul.