Job 13:28
So man wastes away like something rotten, like a garment eaten by moths.
So man wastes away like something rotten, like a garment eaten by moths.
And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth eaten.
And he, like a decaying thing, consumes, like a garment that is moth-eaten.
And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth eaten.
Though I am like a rotten thing{H7538} that consumeth,{H1086} Like a garment{H899} that is moth -{H6211} eaten.{H398}
And he, as a rotten thing{H7538}, consumeth{H1086}{(H8799)}, as a garment{H899} that is moth{H6211} eaten{H398}{(H8804)}.
where as I (notwithstondinge) must consume like as a foule carion, and as a cloth that is moth eaten.
Such one consumeth like a rotten thing, and as a garment that is motheaten.
And I as a rotten thing do consume away, as a garment that is moth eaten.
And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth eaten.
Though I am decaying like a rotten thing, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.
And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.
Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.
Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.
Though a man comes to nothing like a bit of dead wood, or like a robe which has become food for the worm.
though I am decaying like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.
So I waste away like something rotten, like a garment eaten by moths.
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12 I am like a moth to Ephraim, and like rot to the house of Judah.
26 For You write bitter things against me and make me inherit the iniquities of my youth.
27 You put my feet in shackles and watch all my ways; You set a limit for the soles of my feet.
21 Their flesh wastes away so that it can no longer be seen, and their bones, once hidden, now stick out.
22 Their soul draws near to the pit, and their life to the messengers of death.
5 My body is clothed with worms and scabs; my skin cracks and festers.
6 My days pass more swiftly than a weaver's shuttle, and they come to an end without hope.
18 With great force my garment is disfigured; it binds me like the collar of my tunic.
19 He has cast me into the mud, and I am reduced to dust and ashes.
2 Your wealth has rotted, and your clothes have become moth-eaten.
8 For the moth will eat them like a garment, and the worm will eat them like wool. But My righteousness will last forever, and My salvation through all generations.
4 He has worn away my flesh and my skin; He has broken my bones.
11 He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
3 Do not hide your face from me in the day of my distress; incline your ear to me; on the day I call, answer me quickly.
1 My spirit is broken, my days have faded away, and the grave is ready for me.
12 My dwelling is pulled up and taken from me, like a shepherd's tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver rolls a cloth; He cuts me off from the loom. Day and night You bring me to an end.
13 I have calmed myself until morning; like a lion, He breaks all my bones. Day and night You bring me to an end.
18 He builds his house like a moth’s cocoon, like a hut made by a watchman.
13 From on high he sent fire; it burns in my bones. He spread a net for my feet and turned me back. He made me desolate, faint all the day long.
8 You have bound me up as a witness; my gauntness rises up and testifies against me.
9 His anger tears at me, and he hates me; he gnashes his teeth at me. My adversary sharpens his eyes against me.
9 Behold, the Sovereign LORD helps me. Who will condemn me? Look, all of them will wear out like a garment; the moth will devour them.
28 he will dwell in desolated cities, in houses no one inhabits, destined to become ruins.
19 How much more those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth!
20 From morning to evening they are broken to pieces; without anyone noticing, they perish forever.
12 Hunger consumes his strength, and calamity is ready at his side.
13 It devours parts of his skin; death's firstborn consumes his limbs.
19 but you are cast out of your grave like a rejected branch, clothed with the slain, those pierced by the sword, who go down to the stones of the pit, like a corpse trampled underfoot.
15 There the fire will devour you; the sword will cut you down. It will consume you like the young locusts. Multiply yourselves like locusts; increase yourselves like swarming locusts.
10 Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am in distress. My eyes grow weak with sorrow, as do my soul and my body.
12 It is a fire that burns to destruction, consuming all my harvest.
13 His archers surround me and pierce my kidneys without mercy; he pours my gall on the ground.
14 He breaks me with breach upon breach; he rushes at me like a warrior.
15 I have sewn sackcloth over my skin and buried my strength in the dust.
13 Many bulls surround me; strong ones of Bashan encircle me.
14 They open their mouths against me, like a lion ripping and roaring.
15 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax; it melts within me.
16 He has broken my teeth with gravel; He has made me cower in ashes.
14 The earth takes shape like clay under a seal; its features stand out like a garment.
11 He puts my feet in the stocks; He watches all my paths.
18 He clothed himself with cursing as with his garment; it seeped into his body like water, into his bones like oil.
8 All who hate me whisper together against me; they devise evil against me.
5 My heart is afflicted and withered like grass, for I forget to eat my food.
10 I am mute; I will not open my mouth because You have done this.
11 Remove Your stroke from me; I am consumed by the blow of Your hand.
11 'They will perish, but You remain; they will all wear out like a garment.'
11 Because of your wrath and indignation, for you have lifted me up and thrown me aside.
19 How suddenly they are destroyed, completely swept away by terrors!
11 At the end of your life you will groan, when your flesh and body are spent.
17 The seeds shrivel beneath their clods, the storehouses are desolate, the granaries are broken down, for the grain has dried up.