Job 13:28
And I as a rotten thing do consume away, as a garment that is moth eaten.
And I as a rotten thing do consume away, as a garment that is moth eaten.
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12 Therefore wyll I be vnto Ephraim as a moth, and to the house of Iuda as a caterpiller.
26 For thou layest sharply to my charge, and punishest me for the sinnes of my youth.
27 Thou puttest my feete also in the stockes, and lokest narowly vnto all my pathes, and makest the print thereof in the heeles of my feete:
21 In so much that his body is cleane consumed away, and his bones appeare which before were not seene.
22 His soule draweth vnto the graue, and his lyfe to death.
5 My fleshe is clothed with wormes and dust of the earth: my skinne is withered and become horrible.
6 My dayes passe ouer more spedyly then a weauers shuttle, and are spent without hope.
18 For the vehemencie of sorowe is my garment chaunged, whiche compasseth me about as the coller of my coote.
19 He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like asshes and dust.
2 Your riches is corrupt, your garmentes are motheaten:
8 For wormes and mothes shall eate them vp lyke cloth and wooll: but my ryghteousnesse shall endure for euer, and my sauyng health from generation to generation.
4 My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
3 For my dayes are consumed away like smoke: and my bones are burnt vp as though they were a firebrande.
1 My breath is corrupt, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes doore.
12 Myne age is folden together & taken away from me lyke a sheepheardes cotage, I haue hewen of my lyfe by my sinnes, lyke as a weauer cutteth of his webbe: He wyll with pinyng sicknesse make an ende of me, yea he wyll make an ende of me in one day.
13 I thought I woulde haue lyued vntyll the morowe, but he brused my bones lyke a lion: and in one day thou wylt make an ende of me.
18 He buyldeth his house as the moth, & as a booth that the watchman maketh.
13 From aboue hath he sent downe a fire into my bones, and it burneth them cruelly: he hath layde a net for my feete, and throwen me wyde open, he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournyng.
8 And that thou hast filled me with wrinckles my fleshe is recorde, and my leanenesse ryseth vp against me and beareth witnes thereof in my face.
9 His wrath hath torne me he hateth me, & gnasheth vpon me with his teeth: myne enemie loketh fiercely vpon me with his eyes.
9 Beholde the Lorde God wyll helpe me, what is he the that can condempne me? lo, they all shall waxe olde lyke a cloth, the moth shall eate them vp.
28 Therefore shall his dwelling be in desolate cities, and in houses which no man inhabiteth, but are become heapes of stones.
19 Howe much more in them that dwel in houses of clay, and whose foundation is but dust, which shall be consumed as it were with a moth?
20 They shalbe smitten from the morning vnto the euening: yea they shall perishe for euer, when no man regardeth them.
12 Hunger shalbe his strength, and destruction shalbe redye at his side.
13 It shall eate the strength of his owne skinne, euen the first borne of death shall eate his strength.
19 And thou art cast out of thy graue like a fylthy abhominable braunche, like as dead mens rayment that are shot thorowe with the sworde, and go downe to the stones of the deepe, as a dead coarse that is troden vnder feete.
15 There the fire shall deuoure thee, the sword shall cut thee of, shall deuoure as the locust, though thou be multiplied as the locust, though thou be as many as the grashopper.
10 For my life is wasted with sorow, and mine eares with mourning: my strength fayleth me because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are putrified.
12 Yea a fire that vtterly should consume and roote out all my increase.
13 His archers compasse me rounde about, he woundeth my raines, and doth not spare, my bowels hath he powred vpon the grounde.
14 He hath geuen me one wounde vpon an other, and is fallen vpon me lyke a giaunt.
15 I haue sowed a sackecloth vpon my skinne, and wallowed my head in the dust.
13 They gape vpon me with their mouthes: as it were a rampyng and a roryng lion.
14 I am as it were into water resolued, and all my bones are out of ioynt: my heart also is like waxe melted in the middest of my bowels.
15 My strength is dried vp like a potsheard, & my tongue cleaueth to my gummes: and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
16 He hath smitten my teeth in peeces with stones, and roulled me in the dust.
14 They are fashioned as is the clay with the seale, and all stand vp as a garment.
11 He hath put my foote in the stockes, and looketh narowlye vnto all my pathes.
18 He clothed hym selfe with cursing, as with his garment: and it hath entred into his bowels like water, and like oyle into his bones.
8 They sayde some great mischiefe is lyghted vpon hym: and he that lyeth sicke on his bed, shall ryse vp no more.
5 Through the noyse of my gronyng: my bones wyll scase cleaue to my fleshe.
10 Take thy plague away from me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hande.
11 Thou doest chasten man, rebukyng him for sinne: thou as a moth doest consume his excellencie, for in very deede euery man is but vanitie. Selah.
11 They shall perishe, but thou endurest, and they shall waxe olde as doth a garment:
11 My dayes fade away lyke a shadowe: and I am wythered lyke grasse.
19 Oh howe be they brought to a destruction euen vpon a sodayne: they faynt, they consume away for very dread.
11 Yea, that thou mourne not at the last, when thou hast spent thy bodye and lustie youth, and then say:
17 The seede is rotte vnder their cloddes, the garners are destroyed, the barnes are ouerthrowen: for the corne is withered.