Job 14:13
If only you would hide me in the grave and conceal me till your anger has passed! If you would set me a time and then remember me!
If only you would hide me in the grave and conceal me till your anger has passed! If you would set me a time and then remember me!
O that thou wouldest hide me in the grave, that thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, that thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!
Oh that You would hide me in the grave, that You would keep me secret, until Your wrath is past, that You would appoint me a set time, and remember me!
O that thou wouldest hide me in the grave, that thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, that thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!
O that thou woldest kepe me, and hyde me in the hell, vntill thy wrath were stilled: & to appoynte me a tyme, wherin thou mightest remembre me.
Oh that thou wouldest hide me in the graue, and keepe me secret, vntill thy wrath were past, and wouldest giue me terme, and remember me.
O that thou wouldest hide me in the graue, & keepe me secret vntyl thy wrath were past, and to appoynt me a time wherein thou mightest remember me.
O that thou wouldest hide me in the grave, that thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, that thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!
"Oh that you would hide me in Sheol, That you would keep me secret, until your wrath is past, That you would appoint me a set time, and remember me!
O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
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!
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!
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!
"Oh that you would hide me in Sheol, that you would keep me secret, until your wrath is past, that you would appoint me a set time, and remember me!
The Possibility of Another Life“O that you would hide me in Sheol, and conceal me till your anger has passed! O that you would set me a time and then remember me!
These verses are found using AI-powered semantic similarity based on meaning and context. Results may occasionally include unexpected connections.
14If someone dies, will they live again? All the days of my hard service I will wait for my renewal to come.
15You will call, and I will answer you; you will long for the creature your hands have made.
13If I hope for Sheol as my home, and I make my bed in darkness,
20If I have sinned, what have I done to you, you who see everything we do? Why have you made me your target? Have I become a burden to you?
21Why do you not pardon my offenses and forgive my sins? For I will soon lie down in the dust; you will search for me, but I will be no more.
12so man lies down and does not rise; till the heavens are no more, people will not awake or be roused from their sleep.
18Why then did You bring me out of the womb? I wish I had died and no eye had seen me.
19If only I had never existed, carried straight from the womb to the grave.
20Are not my days few? Leave me alone, so I may have a moment of relief.
21Before I go, never to return, to a land of darkness and deep shadow.
1For the director of music, a psalm of David.
1My spirit is broken, my days have faded away, and the grave is ready for me.
24Why do You hide Your face and consider me as Your enemy?
14But I, LORD, cry to you for help; in the morning, my prayer comes before you.
46You have shortened the days of his youth; you have covered him with shame. Selah
47How long, LORD? Will you hide yourself forever? Will your wrath keep burning like fire?
48Remember how fleeting my life is; for what futility have you created all humanity!
14I will ransom them from the power of Sheol; I will redeem them from death. Death, where are your plagues? Sheol, where is your destruction? Compassion will be hidden from my eyes.
19Who can contend with me? For now, if I am silent, I will perish.
20Only grant me these two things, so that I will not hide myself from You:
13Hear my prayer, LORD, and give ear to my cry; do not be silent to my tears, for I am a sojourner with You, a temporary resident like all my fathers.
3For the enemy has pursued me, crushing my life to the ground and making me dwell in darkness, like those long dead.
5Return, LORD! Rescue my soul; save me because of Your steadfast love.
7Answer me quickly, Lord, for my spirit is fading. Do not hide your face from me, or I will be like those who go down to the pit.
21To those who long for death, but it does not come, and dig for it more than for hidden treasures.
15I prefer strangling and death rather than this body of mine.
16I despise my life; I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
3Do you fix your gaze on such a one and bring me into judgment with you?
14Why should I take my flesh in my teeth and put my life in my hands?
15Though He slay me, yet I will hope in Him. Nevertheless, I will defend my ways before Him.
10I said, "In the prime of my life I must go through the gates of Sheol; I am deprived of the rest of my years."
23I know You will bring me back to death, to the house appointed for all the living.
6He has made me dwell in dark places, like those long dead.
8Oh, that my request would be granted, and that God would fulfill my hope.
9That God would be willing to crush me, to let loose His hand and cut me off!
10It would still be my comfort— I would even exult in the midst of unrelenting pain— for I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
3If only I knew where to find him, so that I might come to his dwelling.
13You grant relief from days of trouble, until a pit is dug for the wicked.
17Let your face shine on your servant; save me in your unfailing love.
15then where is my hope? And who can see any hope for me?
16Will they go down to the bars of Sheol? Shall we descend together into the dust?
9To You, O LORD, I call; to the Lord I plead for mercy:
13For now I would have lain down and been quiet; I would have slept, then I would be at rest.
17My soul has been deprived of peace; I have forgotten what happiness is.
3O LORD, my God, I cried to You for help, and You healed me.
12My 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.
15Like sheep, they are appointed for Sheol; Death will shepherd them. The upright will rule over them in the morning, and their form will decay in the grave, far from lofty dwellings.
6Abandoned among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom you remember no more, cut off from your care.
5For He will hide me in His shelter on the day of trouble. He will conceal me in the cover of His tent; He will set me high upon a rock.
17Yet I am not silenced by the darkness or by the deep gloom that covers my face.