Job 17:14
I saide to corruption, thou art my father, and to the wormes, you are my mother and my sister.
I saide to corruption, thou art my father, and to the wormes, you are my mother and my sister.
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15 Where is then now my hope? or who hath considered the thing that I loke for?
16 These shall go downe with me into the pit, and lye with me in the dust.
13 Though I tary neuer so much, yet the graue is my house, & I haue made my bed in the darke.
1 My breath is corrupt, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes doore.
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.
17 Why sluest thou not me assoone as I came out of my mothers wombe? or that my mother had ben my graue her selfe, that the byrth might not haue come out, but remayned still in her?
18 Wherefore came I foorth of my mothers wombe? to haue experience of labour and sorowe, and to leade my lyfe with shame?
18 Wherfore hast thou brought me out of the wombe? O that I had perished, and that no eye had seene me,
19 And that I were as though I had not ben, but brought from the wombe to the graue.
17 He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
18 I thought in my selfe, I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the Lorde.
19 O remember yet my miserie and my trouble, the wormewood and the gall.
28 And I as a rotten thing do consume away, as a garment that is moth eaten.
26 And though after my skinne the wormes destroy this body, yet shall I see God in my fleshe:
20 The pitifull man shall forget hym, he shalbe sweete to the wormes, he shalbe no more remembred, & his wickednesse shalbe broken as a tree.
6 But as for me I am a worme and no man: a very scorne of men, and an outcast of the people.
15 I haue sowed a sackecloth vpon my skinne, and wallowed my head in the dust.
8 Then shall I sowe, and an other eate: yea my posteritie shalbe cleane rooted out.
6 Howe much more then man that is but corruption, and the sonne of man which is but a worme?
15 If I shoulde say that I woulde iudge after this sort: lo then I shoulde condempne the generation of thy children.
31 Yet shalt thou dippe me in the myre, and mine owne clothes shal defile me.
13 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.
19 He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like asshes and dust.
10 Because it shut not vp the doores of my mothers wombe, nor hyd sorowe from myne eyes.
11 Alas why died I not in the birth? why dyd not I perishe assoone as I came out of my mothers wombe?
14 Cursed be the day wherein I was borne, vnhappy be the day wherein my mother brought me foorth.
16 Or why was not I hyd, as a thing borne out of tune, either as young children which neuer sawe the light?
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.
18 (For from my youth it hath growen vp with me as with a father, and from my mothers wombe I haue ben guyde to the wydowe)
4 My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
20 Consider (O Lorde) howe I am troubled, my wombe is disquieted, my heart turneth about in me, and I am full of heauinesse, because I rebelled stubburnly: the sworde hurteth me without, and within I am lyke vnto death.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
3 Doest thou open thyne eyes vpon such one, and bringest me into thy iudgement?
4 Wylt thou not herafter say vnto me, O my father, thou art he that hast brought me vp, and led me from my youth?
14 I wyll redeeme them from the power of the graue, and deliuer them from death: O death, I wyll be thy death: O hell, I wyll be thy styng: yet can I see no comfort.
6 He hath set me in darknesse, as they that be dead for euer.
14 Myne owne kinsefolkes haue forsaken me, and my best acquainted haue forgotten me.
26 They shall sleepe both alyke in the earth, and the wormes shall couer them.
6 I went downe to the bottome of the mountaines, the earth with her barres was about me for euer: yet hast thou brought vp my lyfe from corruption, O Lorde my God.
18 Yea, the young men despised me, and when I rose they spake euill vpon me.
19 All my most familiers abhorred me: and they whom I loued best, are turned against me.
20 I haue offended, what shall I do vnto the, O thou preseruer of men? Why hast thou set me as a marke against thee, so that I am a burden to my selfe?
21 Why doest thou not pardon my trespasses, and take away myne iniquitie? Behold, nowe must I sleepe in the dust, and if thou sekest me to morowe in the morning, I shal not be.
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.
11 Thy pompe and thy pride is layde downe into the pit, and so is the melodie of thy instrumentes. Wormes be layde vnder thee, & wormes be thy coueryng.
10 I thought I shoulde haue gone to the gates of hell when myne age was shortened, and haue wanted the residue of my yeres.
17 Myne iniquitie is sealed vp as it were in a bagge, and thou addest punishement vnto my wickednesse.
5 Beholde, I was ingendred in iniquitie: and in sinne my mother conceaued me.
3 For the enemie hath persecuted my soule, he hath smitten my lyfe downe to the grounde: he hath layde me in darknesse as men that haue ben long dead.