Job 17:14
I shall say to corruption, Thou art my father, and to the worme, Thou art 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.
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15Where is then now mine hope? or who shal consider the thing, that I hoped for?
16They shal goe downe into the bottome of the pit: surely it shall lye together in the dust.
13Though I hope, yet the graue shall bee mine house, and I shal make my bed in the darke.
1My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
5My flesh is clothed with wormes and filthinesse of the dust: my skinne is rent, and become horrible.
6My dayes are swifter then a weauers shittle, and they are spent without hope.
17Because he hath not slaine me, euen from the wombe, or that my mother might haue bene my graue, or her wobe a perpetual conception.
18How is it, that I came forth of the wombe, to see labour and sorowe, that my dayes shoulde be consumed with shame?
18Wherfore then hast thou brought me out of the wombe? Oh that I had perished, and that none eye had seene me!
19And that I were as I had not bene, but brought from the wombe to the graue!
17Thus my soule was farre off from peace: I forgate prosperitie,
18And I saide, My strength & mine hope is perished from the Lord,
19Remembring mine affliction, & my mourning, the wormewood and the gall.
28Such one consumeth like a rotten thing, and as a garment that is motheaten.
26And though after my skin wormes destroy this bodie, yet shall I see God in my flesh.
20The pitifull man shall forget him: the worme shal feele his sweetenes: he shalbe no more remebred, & the wicked shalbe broke like a tree.
6But I am a worme, and not a man: a shame of men, and the contempt of the people.
15I haue sowed a sackcloth vpon my skinne, and haue abased mine horne vnto the dust.
8Let me sowe, & let another eate: yea, let my plantes be rooted out.
6How much more man, a worme, euen the sonne of man, which is but a worme?
15If I say, I will iudge thus, beholde the generation of thy children: I haue trespassed.
31Yet shalt thou plunge mee in the pit, and mine owne clothes shal make me filthie.
13Oh that thou wouldest hide me in the graue, and keepe me secret, vntill thy wrath were past, and wouldest giue me terme, and remember me.
19He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like ashes and dust.
10Because it shut not vp the dores of my mothers wombe: nor hid sorowe from mine eyes.
11Why died I not in the birth? or why dyed I not, when I came out of the wombe?
14Cursed be the day wherein I was borne: and let not the day wherein my mother bare me, be blessed.
16Or why was I not hid, as an vntimely birth, either as infants, which haue not seene the light?
19But thou art cast out of thy graue like an abominable branch: like the raiment of those that are slaine, and thrust thorowe with a sword, which goe downe to the stones of the pit, as a carkeise troden vnder feete.
18(For from my youth hee hath growen vp with me as with a father, and from my mothers wombe I haue bene a guide vnto her)
4My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.
20Behold, O Lorde, howe I am troubled: my bowels swell: mine heart is turned within me, for I am ful of heauinesse: the sword spoyleth abroad, as death doeth at home.
11He hath stopped my wayes, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
3And yet thou openest thine eyes vpon such one, and causest me to enter into iudgement with thee.
4Diddest thou not stil crie vnto me, Thou art my father, and the guide of my youth?
14I wil redeeme them from the power of the graue: I will deliuer them from death: O death, I wil be thy death: O graue, I will be thy destruction: repentance is hid from mine eyes.
6He hath set me in darke places, as they that be dead for euer.
14My neighbours haue forsaken me, and my familiars haue forgotten me.
26They shal sleepe both in the dust, & the wormes shal couer them.
6I went downe to the bottome of the moutaines: the earth with her barres was about me for euer, yet hast thou brought vp my life from the pit, O Lorde my God.
18The wicked also despised mee, and when I rose, they spake against me.
19All my secret friends abhorred me, & they whome I loued, are turned against me.
20I haue sinned, what shal I do vnto thee? O thou preseruer of me, why hast thou set me as a marke against thee, so that I am a burden vnto my selfe?
21And why doest thou not pardon my trespasse? and take away mine iniquitie? for nowe shall I sleepe in the dust, and if thou seekest me in the morning, I shall not be found.
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
11Thy pompe is brought downe to ye graue, and the sounde of thy violes: the worme is spred vnder thee, and the wormes couer thee.
10I saide in the cutting off of my dayes, I shall goe to the gates of the graue: I am depriued of the residue of my yeeres.
17Mine iniquitie is sealed vp, as in a bagge, and thou addest vnto my wickednesse.
5Beholde, I was borne in iniquitie, and in sinne hath my mother conceiued me.
3For the enemie hath persecuted my soule: he hath smitten my life downe to the earth: he hath layde me in the darkenes, as they that haue bene dead long agoe: