Job 13:28
Though a man comes to nothing like a bit of dead wood, or like a robe which has become food for the worm.
Though a man comes to nothing like a bit of dead wood, or like a robe which has become food for the worm.
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12And so to Ephraim I am like a wasting insect, and a destruction to the children of Judah.
26For you put bitter things on record against me, and send punishment on me for the sins of my early years;
27And you put chains on my feet, watching all my ways, and making a limit for my steps;
21His flesh is so wasted away, that it may not be seen, and his bones. ...
22And his soul comes near to the underworld, and his life to the angels of death.
5My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
6My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.
18With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
19Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
2Your wealth is unclean and insects have made holes in your clothing.
8For like a coat they will be food for the insect, the worm will make a meal of them like wool: but my righteousness will be for ever, and my salvation to all generations.
4My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
11By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
3My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.
1My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
12My resting-place is pulled up and taken away from me like a herdsman's tent: my life is rolled up like a linen-worker's thread; I am cut off from the cloth on the frame: from day even to night you give me up to pain.
13I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones.
18His house has no more strength than a spider's thread, or a watchman's tent.
13From on high he has sent fire into my bones, and it has overcome them: his net is stretched out for my feet, I am turned back by him; he has made me waste and feeble all the day.
8It has come up as a witness against me, and the wasting of my flesh makes answer to my face.
9I am broken by his wrath, and his hate has gone after me; he has made his teeth sharp against me: my haters are looking on me with cruel eyes;
9See, the Lord God is my helper; who will give a decision against me? truly, all of them will become old like a robe; they will be food for the worm.
28And he has made his resting-place in the towns which have been pulled down, in houses where no man had a right to be, whose fate was to become masses of broken walls.
19How much more those living in houses of earth, whose bases are in the dust! They are crushed more quickly than an insect;
20Between morning and evening they are completely broken; they come to an end for ever, and no one takes note.
12His strength is made feeble for need of food, and destruction is waiting for his falling footstep.
13His skin is wasted by disease, and his body is food for the worst of diseases.
19But you, like a birth before its time, are stretched out with no resting-place in the earth; clothed with the bodies of the dead who have been put to the sword, who go down to the lowest parts of the underworld; a dead body, crushed under foot.
15There the fire will make you waste; you will be cut off by the sword: make yourself as great in number as the worms, as great in number as the locusts.
10My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.
12It would be a fire burning even to destruction, and taking away all my produce.
13His bowmen come round about me; their arrows go through my body without mercy; my life is drained out on the earth.
14I am broken with wound after wound; he comes rushing on me like a man of war.
15I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
13I saw their mouths wide open, like lions crying after food.
14I am flowing away like water, and all my bones are out of place: my heart is like wax, it has become soft in my body.
15My throat is dry like a broken vessel; my tongue is fixed to the roof of my mouth, and the dust of death is on my lips.
16By him my teeth have been broken with crushed stones, and I am bent low in the dust.
14It is changed like wet earth under a stamp, and is coloured like a robe;
11He puts chains on my feet; he is watching all my ways.
18He put on cursing like a robe, and it has come into his body like water, and into his bones like oil.
8They say, He has an evil disease, which will not let him go: and now that he is down he will not get up again.
5Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
10No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
11By the weight of your wrath against man's sin, the glory of his form is wasted away; truly every man is but a breath. (Selah.)
11They will come to their end; but you are for ever; they will become old as a robe;
11My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.
19How suddenly are they wasted! fears are the cause of their destruction.
11And you will be full of grief at the end of your life, when your flesh and your body are wasted;
17The grains have become small and dry under the spade; the store-houses are made waste, the grain-stores are broken down; for the grain is dry and dead.