Job 33:22
Their soul draws near to the pit, and their life to the messengers of death.
Their soul draws near to the pit, and their life to the messengers of death.
Yea, his soul draweth near unto the grave, and his life to the destroyers.
Yes, his soul draws near to the grave, and his life to the destroyers.
Yea, his soul draweth near unto the grave, and his life to the destroyers.
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Yea, his soul{H5315} draweth near{H7126}{(H8799)} unto the grave{H7845}, and his life{H2416} to the destroyers{H4191}{(H8688)}.
His soule draweth on to destruccion, & his life to death.
So his soule draweth to the graue, and his life to the buriers.
His soule draweth vnto the graue, and his lyfe to death.
Yea, his soul draweth near unto the grave, and his life to the destroyers.
Yes, his soul draws near to the pit, And his life to the destroyers.
And draw near to the pit doth his soul, And his life to those causing death.
Yea, his soul draweth near unto the pit, And his life to the destroyers.
Yea, his soul draweth near unto the pit, And his life to the destroyers.
And his soul comes near to the underworld, and his life to the angels of death.
Yes, his soul draws near to the pit, and his life to the destroyers.
He draws near to the place of corruption, and his life to the messengers of death.
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18 He keeps his soul back from the pit and his life from perishing by the sword.
19 A person is also chastened with pain on their bed and continual aching in their bones.
20 Their life begins to loathe food, and their soul rejects even the most desirable meal.
21 Their flesh wastes away so that it can no longer be seen, and their bones, once hidden, now stick out.
1 My spirit is broken, my days have faded away, and the grave is ready for me.
32 He is carried to the graves, and a watch is kept over his tomb.
33 The clods of the valley are sweet to him; everyone follows after him, and countless go before him.
22 He feels pain only in his own flesh and mourns only for himself.
28 He redeemed my soul from going down to the pit, and my life will see the light.
24 Surely one does not stretch out a hand in ruin or cry for help in disaster.
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.
14 He is uprooted from the security of his tent and marched off to the king of terrors.
3 Let my prayer come before you; incline your ear to my cry.
30 to bring back their soul from the pit, that they may be enlightened with the light of life.
21 Terrifying sounds are in his ears; in prosperity, the destroyer will come upon him.
11 The youthful vigor that filled his bones will lie down with him in the dust.
7 As one plows the earth and breaks it apart, so are our bones scattered at the mouth of Sheol.
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."
3 For the enemy has pursued me, crushing my life to the ground and making me dwell in darkness, like those long dead.
25 While another dies in bitterness of soul, having never tasted prosperity.
9 My soul clings to you; your right hand upholds me.
28 he will dwell in desolated cities, in houses no one inhabits, destined to become ruins.
29 He will no longer be rich, and his wealth will not endure, nor will his possessions spread out across the land.
30 He will not escape from darkness; a flame will dry up his branch, and the breath of God's mouth will carry him away.
22 It makes no difference; therefore, I declare: He destroys both the blameless and the wicked.
28 So man wastes away like something rotten, like a garment eaten by moths.
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 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.
4 When their breath departs, they return to the earth; on that very day their plans perish.
11 He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
21 To those who long for death, but it does not come, and dig for it more than for hidden treasures.
15 all flesh would perish together, and mankind would return to dust.
4 He has worn away my flesh and my skin; He has broken my bones.
20 From morning to evening they are broken to pieces; without anyone noticing, they perish forever.
22 Yet God drags away the mighty with His power; though they rise up, they do not trust in their own lives.
29 'If you take this one also from me and harm comes to him, you will bring my gray hair down to the grave in sorrow.'
15 I prefer strangling and death rather than this body of mine.
20 Let their own eyes see their destruction, and let them drink from the wrath of the Almighty.
21 For what does he care about his household after him, when the number of his months is cut off?
23 But if there is a messenger for them, a mediator, one among a thousand, to declare to them what is right,
5 You love evil more than good, and falsehood more than speaking what is right. Selah.
7 His vigorous steps will be restricted, and his own counsel will cast him down.
7 he will perish forever like his own waste; those who have seen him will say, 'Where is he?'
2 He springs up like a flower and withers away; he flees like a shadow and does not endure.
19 Though he blesses himself during his lifetime, and people praise you when you prosper,
16 And now my soul is poured out within me; days of suffering seize hold of me.
15 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax; it melts within me.
12 It is a fire that burns to destruction, consuming all my harvest.
8 All who hate me whisper together against me; they devise evil against me.