Job 17:14
If I have said to corruption, Thou art my father; To the worm, [Thou art] my mother, and my sister;
If I have said to corruption, Thou art my father; To the worm, [Thou art] my mother, and my sister;
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15 Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
16 It shall go down to the bars of Sheol, When once there is rest in the dust.
13 If I look for Sheol as my house; If I have spread my couch in the darkness;
1 My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
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?
18 Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me.
19 I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
17 And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace; I forgat prosperity.
18 And I said, My strength is perished, and mine expectation from Jehovah.
19 Remember mine affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.
28 Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.
26 And after my skin, [even] this [body], is destroyed, Then without my flesh shall I see God;
20 The womb shall forget him; The worm shall feed sweetly on him; He shall be no more remembered; And unrighteousness shall be broken as a tree.
6 But I am a worm, and no man; A reproach of men, and despised of the people.
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And have laid my horn in the dust.
8 Then let me sow, and let another eat; Yea, let the produce of my field be rooted out.
6 How much less man, that is a worm! And the son of man, that is a worm!
15 If I had said, I will speak thus; Behold, I had dealt treacherously with the generation of thy children.
31 Yet wilt thou plunge me in the ditch, And mine own clothes shall abhor me.
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!
19 He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
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?
14 Cursed be the day wherein I was born: let not the day wherein my mother bare me be blessed.
16 Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, As infants that never saw light.
19 But thou art cast forth away from thy sepulchre like an abominable branch, clothed with the slain, that are thrust through with the sword, that go down to the stones of the pit; as a dead body trodden under foot.
18 (Nay, from my youth he grew up with me as with a father, And her have I guided from my mother's womb);
4 My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
20 Behold, O Jehovah; for I am in distress; my heart is troubled; My heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: Abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death.
11 He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he hath made me desolate.
3 And dost thou open thine eyes upon such a one, And bringest me into judgment with thee?
4 Wilt thou not from this time cry unto me, My Father, thou art the guide of my youth?
14 I will ransom them from the power of Sheol; I will redeem them from death: O death, where are thy plagues? O Sheol, where is thy destruction? repentance shall be hid from mine eyes.
6 He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
14 My kinsfolk have failed, And my familiar friends have forgotten me.
26 They lie down alike in the dust, And the worm covereth them.
6 I went down to the bottoms of the mountains; The earth with its bars [closed] upon me for ever: Yet hast thou brought up my life from the pit, O Jehovah my God.
18 Even young children despise me; If I arise, they speak against me.
19 All my familiar friends abhor me, And they whom I loved are turned against me.
20 If I have sinned, what do I unto thee, O thou watcher of men? Why hast thou set me as a mark for thee, So that I am a burden to myself?
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.
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.
11 Thy pomp is brought down to Sheol, [and] the noise of thy viols: the worm is spread under thee, and worms cover thee.
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.
17 My transgression is sealed up in a bag, And thou fastenest up mine iniquity.
5 Behold, I was brought forth in iniquity; And in sin did my mother conceive me.
3 For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; He hath smitten my life down to the ground: He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.