Job 17:14
and I call the pit my father, and the worm my mother and sister,
and I call the pit my father, and the worm my mother and sister,
I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.
I have said to corruption, 'You are my father'; to the worm, 'You are my mother, and my sister.'
I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.
If I have said{H7121} to corruption,{H7845} Thou art my father;{H1} To the worm,{H7415} [Thou art] my mother,{H517} and my sister;{H269}
I have said{H7121}{(H8804)} to corruption{H7845}, Thou art my father{H1}: to the worm{H7415}, Thou art my mother{H517}, and my sister{H269}.
I call corrupcion my father, and the wormes call I my mother and my sister.
I shall say to corruption, Thou art my father, and to the worme, Thou art my mother and my sister.
I saide to corruption, thou art my father, and to the wormes, you are my mother and my sister.
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, 'You are my father;' To the worm, 'My mother,' and 'my sister;'
To corruption I have called: -- `Thou `art' my father.' `My mother' and `my sister' -- to the worm.
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;
If I say to the earth, You are my father; and to the worm, My mother and my sister;
If I have said to corruption, 'You are my father;' to the worm, 'My mother,' and 'my sister;'
If I cry to corruption,‘You are my father,’ and to the worm,‘My mother,’ or‘My sister,’
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15 then where is my hope? And who can see any hope for me?
16 Will they go down to the bars of Sheol? Shall we descend together into the dust?
13 If I hope for Sheol as my home, and I make my bed in darkness,
1 My spirit is broken, my days have faded away, and the grave is ready for me.
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.
17 For he did not kill me in the womb, so my mother would have been my grave, and her womb forever pregnant.
18 Why did I ever come out of the womb to see trouble and sorrow and to end my days in shame?
18 Why then did You bring me out of the womb? I wish I had died and no eye had seen me.
19 If only I had never existed, carried straight from the womb to the grave.
17 My soul has been deprived of peace; I have forgotten what happiness is.
18 So I say, 'My strength is gone, and so is my hope from the LORD.'
19 Remember my affliction and my wandering—the bitterness and the gall.
28 So man wastes away like something rotten, like a garment eaten by moths.
26 And after my skin has been destroyed, yet in my flesh I shall see God.
20 The womb forgets them; worms feast upon them; they are no longer remembered. Wickedness is broken like a tree.
6 To you they cried out and were delivered; in you they trusted and were not put to shame.
15 I have sewn sackcloth over my skin and buried my strength in the dust.
8 then may I sow, but another eat, and may my offspring be uprooted.
6 How much less a mortal, who is but a maggot, and a human, who is only a worm!
15 If I had spoken out like that, I would have betrayed Your children.
31 You would plunge me into a pit, and even my clothes would abhor me.
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!
19 He has cast me into the mud, and I am reduced to dust and ashes.
10 Because it did not shut the doors of my mother's womb, nor hide trouble from my eyes.
11 Why did I not die at birth, come out from the womb and expire?
14 Cursed be the day I was born! May the day my mother gave birth to me not be blessed.
16 Or why was I not like a stillborn child, like infants who never saw the light?
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.
18 but from my youth I raised him as a father would, and from my mother’s womb I guided the widow—
4 He has worn away my flesh and my skin; He has broken my bones.
20 See, LORD, how distressed I am! I am in anguish within, my heart is overturned because I have been very rebellious. Outside, the sword bereaves; inside, there is only death.
11 He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
3 Do you fix your gaze on such a one and bring me into judgment with you?
4 Have you not just now called to me, 'My Father, you are the friend of my youth'?
14 I 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.
6 He has made me dwell in dark places, like those long dead.
14 My relatives have ceased to be close, and my close friends have forgotten me.
26 They lie down together in the dust, and worms cover them.
6 The waters engulfed me up to my neck; the deep surrounded me; seaweed was wrapped around my head.
18 Even little children despise me; when I rise, they speak against me.
19 All my close friends abhor me, and those I loved have turned against me.
20 If 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?
21 Why 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.
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.
11 Your pride has been brought down to Sheol, along with the music of your harps. Beneath you is a bed of maggots, and worms cover you.
10 I said, "In the prime of my life I must go through the gates of Sheol; I am deprived of the rest of my years."
17 My transgression is sealed up in a bag, and you cover over my iniquity.
5 For I know my transgressions, and my sin is always before me.
3 For the enemy has pursued me, crushing my life to the ground and making me dwell in darkness, like those long dead.