Psalms 141:7
As one plows the earth and breaks it apart, so are our bones scattered at the mouth of Sheol.
As one plows the earth and breaks it apart, so are our bones scattered at the mouth of Sheol.
Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.
Our bones are scattered at the mouth of the grave, as when one cuts and splits wood upon the earth.
Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.
Their iudges stoble at the stone, yet heare they my wordes, yt they be ioyfull.
Our bones lye scattered at the graues mouth, as he that heweth wood or diggeth in the earth.
Our bones lye scattered vpon the graues mouth: lyke as when one breaketh and heweth wood vpon the earth.
Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth [wood] upon the earth.
"As when one plows and breaks up the earth, Our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol."
As one tilling and ripping up in the land, Have our bones been scattered at the command of Saul.
As when one ploweth and cleaveth the earth, Our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.
As when one ploweth and cleaveth the earth, Our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.
Our bones are broken up at the mouth of the underworld, as the earth is broken by the plough.
"As when one plows and breaks up the earth, our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol."
As when one plows and breaks up the soil, so our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.
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5My heart is afflicted and withered like grass, for I forget to eat my food.
11Then He said to me, 'Son of man, these bones are the whole house of Israel. They say, “Our bones are dried up, our hope is gone, and we are cut off.”'
14They open their mouths against me, like a lion ripping and roaring.
15I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax; it melts within me.
16Will they go down to the bars of Sheol? Shall we descend together into the dust?
25Why do You hide Your face and forget our misery and oppression?
21Their flesh wastes away so that it can no longer be seen, and their bones, once hidden, now stick out.
22Their soul draws near to the pit, and their life to the messengers of death.
1At that time, declares the LORD, they will bring out the bones of the kings of Judah, the bones of its officials, the bones of the priests, the bones of the prophets, and the bones of the inhabitants of Jerusalem from their graves.
19but 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.
17The seeds shrivel beneath their clods, the storehouses are desolate, the granaries are broken down, for the grain has dried up.
12Like Sheol, we will swallow them alive, whole, like those who go down to the pit;
4He has worn away my flesh and my skin; He has broken my bones.
11He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
17Dogs surround me; a band of evildoers encircles me; they have pierced my hands and feet.
1My spirit is broken, my days have faded away, and the grave is ready for me.
8But my eyes are fixed on You, LORD, my Lord. In You I take refuge; do not leave my soul defenseless.
5My body is clothed with worms and scabs; my skin cracks and festers.
6When their judges are thrown down from the cliffs, they will hear my words, for they are pleasant.
11The youthful vigor that filled his bones will lie down with him in the dust.
19As drought and heat consume the snow waters, so Sheol consumes those who have sinned.
16He has broken my teeth with gravel; He has made me cower in ashes.
3Do 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.
14This is their fate, their foolish confidence. And yet, after them, people approve their words. Selah.
22This is what the Lord says: Let not the wise man boast in his wisdom, nor the strong man boast in his strength, nor the rich man boast in his riches.
3For the enemy has pursued me, crushing my life to the ground and making me dwell in darkness, like those long dead.
4My spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart is appalled inside me.
17At night my bones are pierced within me, and my veins find no rest.
9My soul clings to you; your right hand upholds me.
5I am counted among those who go down to the pit; I am like a man without strength.
10Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am in distress. My eyes grow weak with sorrow, as do my soul and my body.
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."
8Even if its roots grow old in the ground and its stump dies in the soil,
25My soul clings to the dust; give me life according to Your word.
5I will lay the corpses of the Israelites before their idols, and I will scatter your bones around your altars.
13From 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.
22then let my shoulder fall from its socket, and let my arm be broken off at the joint.
20Surely our enemies are destroyed, and fire has consumed their wealth.
13His archers surround me and pierce my kidneys without mercy; he pours my gall on the ground.
20My bones cling to my skin and my flesh, and I have escaped only by the skin of my teeth.
13If 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!
13Why have you broken down its walls so that all who pass by pick its fruit?
23Their graves are set in the depths of the pit, and her company is all around her grave, all of them slain, fallen by the sword, spreading terror in the land of the living.
19Our hearts have not turned back, nor have our steps strayed from Your path.
1Woe is me, for I am like those gathering summer fruit, like those gleaning after the harvest; there is no cluster to eat, no early fig that my soul desires.
7It has laid waste my vine and ruined my fig tree. It has stripped off their bark and thrown it away; their branches are made white.
5Do they not understand, these evildoers who devour my people as they eat bread and do not call upon God?
3You eat the flesh of my people, strip off their skin, break their bones, and chop them up like meat for the pot, like flesh in a cauldron.
2'If they dig down to the depths of Sheol, from there My hand will take them. If they climb up to the heavens, from there I will bring them down.'
19How suddenly they are destroyed, completely swept away by terrors!