Job 17:14
If I say to the earth, You are my father; and to the worm, My mother and my sister;
If I say to the earth, You are my father; and to the worm, My mother and my sister;
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15 Where then is my hope? and who will see my desire?
16 Will they go down with me into the underworld? Will we go down together into the dust?
13 If I am waiting for the underworld as my house, if I have made my bed in the dark;
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
5 My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
6 My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.
17 Because he did not put me to death before my birth took place: so my mother's body would have been my last resting-place, and she would have been with child for ever.
18 Why did I come from my mother's body to see pain and sorrow, so that my days might be wasted with shame?
18 Why then did you make me come out of my mother's body? It would have been better for me to have taken my last breath, and for no eye to have seen me,
19 And for me to have been as if I had not been; to have been taken from my mother's body straight to my last resting-place.
17 My soul is sent far away from peace, I have no more memory of good.
18 And I said, My strength is cut off, and my hope from the Lord.
19 Keep in mind my trouble and my wandering, the bitter root and the poison.
28 Though a man comes to nothing like a bit of dead wood, or like a robe which has become food for the worm.
26 And ... without my flesh I will see God;
20 The public place of his town has no more knowledge of him, and his name has gone from the memory of men: he is rooted up like a dead tree.
6 But I am a worm and not a man; cursed by men, and looked down on by the people.
15 I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
8 Let me put seed in the earth for another to have the fruit of it, and let my produce be uprooted.
6 How much less man who is an insect, and the son of man who is a worm!
15 If I would make clear what it is like, I would say, You are false to the generation of your children.
31 Then you will have me pushed into the dust, so that I will seem disgusting to my very clothing.
13 If only you would keep me safe in the underworld, putting me in a secret place till your wrath is past, giving me a fixed time when I might come to your memory again!
19 Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
10 Because it did not keep the doors of my mother's body shut, so that trouble might be veiled from my eyes.
11 Why did death not take me when I came out of my mother's body, why did I not, when I came out, give up my last breath?
14 A curse on the day of my birth: let there be no blessing on the day when my mother had me.
16 Or as a child dead at birth I might never have come into existence; like young children who have not seen the light.
19 But 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.
18 (For I was cared for by God as by a father from my earliest days; he was my guide from the body of my mother;)
4 My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
20 See, O Lord, for I am in trouble; the inmost parts of my body are deeply moved; my heart is turned in me; for I have been uncontrolled: outside the children are put to the sword, and in the house there is death.
11 By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
3 Is it on such a one as this that your eyes are fixed, with the purpose of judging him?
4 Will you not, from this time, make your prayer to me, crying, My father, you are the friend of my early years?
14 I will give the price to make them free from the power of the underworld, I will be their saviour from death: O death! where are your pains? O underworld! where is your destruction? my eyes will have no pity.
6 He has kept me in dark places, like those who have been long dead.
14 My relations and my near friends have given me up, and those living in my house have put me out of their minds.
26 Together they go down to the dust, and are covered by the worm.
6 The waters were circling round me, even to the neck; the deep was about me; the sea-grass was twisted round my head.
18 Even young children have no respect for me; when I get up their backs are turned on me.
19 All the men of my circle keep away from me; and those dear to me are turned against me.
20 If I have done wrong, what have I done to you, O keeper of men? why have you made me a mark for your blows, so that I am a weariness to myself?
21 And why do you not take away my sin, and let my wrongdoing be ended? for now I go down to the dust, and you will be searching for me with care, but I will be gone.
10 My 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.
11 Your pride has gone down into the underworld, and the noise of your instruments of music; the worms are under you, and your body is covered with them.
10 I said, In the quiet of my days I am going down into the underworld: the rest of my years are being taken away from me.
17 My wrongdoing is corded up in a bag, and my sin is shut up safe.
5 Truly, I was formed in evil, and in sin did my mother give me birth.
3 The evil man has gone after my soul; my life is crushed down to the earth: he has put me in the dark, like those who have long been dead.