Job 17:15
Where is then now mine hope? or who shal consider the thing, that I hoped for?
Where is then now mine hope? or who shal consider the thing, that I hoped for?
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13Though I hope, yet the graue shall bee mine house, and I shal make my bed in the darke.
14I shall say to corruption, Thou art my father, and to the worme, Thou art my mother and my sister.
16They shal goe downe into the bottome of the pit: surely it shall lye together in the dust.
17Thus my soule was farre off from peace: I forgate prosperitie,
18And I saide, My strength & mine hope is perished from the Lord,
11What power haue I that I should endure? or what is mine end, if I should prolong my life?
7And now Lord, what wait I for? mine hope is euen in thee.
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.
7Remember that my life is but a wind, and that mine eye shall not returne to see pleasure.
8The eye that hath seene me, shall see me no more: thine eyes are vpon me, and I shall be no longer.
1My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
9(40:28) Behold, his hope is in vaine: for shal not one perish euen at the sight of him?
10He hath destroyed mee on euery side and I am gone: and he hath remoued mine hope like a tree.
15For on thee, O Lord, do I waite: thou wilt heare me, my Lord, my God.
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!
20Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
21Before I goe and shall not returne, euen to the land of darkenesse and shadow of death:
13Is it not so, that there is in me no helpe? and that strength is taken from me?
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.
14If a man die, shall he liue againe? All the dayes of mine appointed time will I waite, till my changing shall come.
13So are the paths of al that forget God, and the hypocrites hope shall perish.
14His confidence also shalbe cut off, and his trust shalbe as the house of a spyder.
8For what hope hath the hypocrite when he hath heaped vp riches, if God take away his soule?
26And though after my skin wormes destroy this bodie, yet shall I see God in my flesh.
27Whome I my selfe shall see, and mine eyes shall beholde, and none other for me, though my reynes are consumed within me.
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.
9What profite is there in my blood, when I go downe to the pit? shall the dust giue thankes vnto thee? or shall it declare thy trueth?
7Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
18How is it, that I came forth of the wombe, to see labour and sorowe, that my dayes shoulde be consumed with shame?
21I consider this in mine heart: therefore haue I hope.
19He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like ashes and dust.
6Is not this thy feare, thy confidence, thy pacience, and the vprightnesse of thy wayes?
11My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
15Behold, they say vnto me, Where is the word of the Lord? let it come nowe.
15Loe, though he slay me, yet will I trust in him, and I will reprooue my wayes in his sight.
7For there is hope of a tree, if it bee cut downe, that it will yet sproute, and the branches thereof will not cease.
20But the eyes of the wicked shall faile, and their refuge shall perish, and their hope shalbe sorow of minde.
47Remember of what time I am: wherefore shouldest thou create in vaine all the children of men?
7When a wicked man dieth, his hope perisheth, and the hope of the vniust shall perish.
17Be not terrible vnto mee: thou art mine hope in the day of aduersitie.
15I haue sowed a sackcloth vpon my skinne, and haue abased mine horne vnto the dust.
16My face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is vpon mine eyes,
18I would haue comforted my selfe against sorowe, but mine heart is heauie in me.
3And yet thou openest thine eyes vpon such one, and causest me to enter into iudgement with thee.
11I said, I shall not see the Lord, euen the Lord in the land of the liuing: I shall see man no more among the inhabitants of the world.
5For thou art mine hope, O Lord God, euen my trust from my youth.
19Where is the way where light dwelleth? And where is the place of darkenesse,
19As the water breaketh the stones, when thou ouerflowest the things which growe in the dust of ye earth: so thou destroyest ye hope of man.