Job 13:28
And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth eaten.
And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth eaten.
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12Therefore will I be unto Ephraim as a moth, and to the house of Judah as rottenness.
26For thou writest bitter things against me, and makest me to possess the iniquities of my youth.
27Thou puttest my feet also in the stocks, and lookest narrowly unto all my paths; thou settest a print upon the heels of my feet.
21His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; and his bones that were not seen stick out.
22Yea, his soul draweth near unto the grave, and his life to the destroyers.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
18By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
2Your riches are corrupted, and your garments are motheaten.
8For the moth shall eat them up like a garment, and the worm shall eat them like wool: but my righteousness shall be for ever, and my salvation from generation to generation.
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
3For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.
1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
12Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
13I reckoned till morning, that, as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
18He buildeth his house as a moth, and as a booth that the keeper maketh.
13From above hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them: he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: he hath made me desolate and faint all the day.
8And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.
9He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
9Behold, the Lord GOD will help me; who is he that shall condemn me? lo, they all shall wax old as a garment; the moth shall eat them up.
28And he dwelleth in desolate cities, and in houses which no man inhabiteth, which are ready to become heaps.
19How much less in them that dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, which are crushed before the moth?
20They are destroyed from morning to evening: they perish for ever without any regarding it.
12His strength shall be hungerbitten, and destruction shall be ready at his side.
13It shall devour the strength of his skin: even the firstborn of death shall devour his strength.
19But thou art cast out of thy grave like an abominable branch, and as the raiment of those that are slain, thrust through with a sword, that go down to the stones of the pit; as a carcase trodden under feet.
15There shall the fire devour thee; the sword shall cut thee off, it shall eat thee up like the cankerworm: make thyself many as the cankerworm, make thyself many as the locusts.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
12For it is a fire that consumeth to destruction, and would root out all mine increase.
13His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
14He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.
15I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
13They gaped upon me with their mouths, as a ravening and a roaring lion.
14I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
16He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones, he hath covered me with ashes.
14It is turned as clay to the seal; and they stand as a garment.
11He putteth my feet in the stocks, he marketh all my paths.
18As he clothed himself with cursing like as with his garment, so let it come into his bowels like water, and like oil into his bones.
8An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him: and now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
10Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
11When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely every man is vanity. Selah.
11They shall perish; but thou remainest; and they all shall wax old as doth a garment;
11My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.
19How are they brought into desolation, as in a moment! they are utterly consumed with terrors.
11And thou mourn at the last, when thy flesh and thy body are consumed,
17The seed is rotten under their clods, the garners are laid desolate, the barns are broken down; for the corn is withered.