Job 3:21
Which long for death, but it cometh not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;
Which long for death, but it cometh not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;
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22Which rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?
23Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?
20Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul;
25And another dieth in the bitterness of his soul, and never eateth with pleasure.
26They shall lie down alike in the dust, and the worms shall cover them.
13O that thou wouldest hide me in the grave, that thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, that thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!
14If a man die, shall he live again? all the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change come.
6And in those days shall men seek death, and shall not find it; and shall desire to die, and death shall flee from them.
13Man knoweth not the price thereof; neither is it found in the land of the living.
21For what pleasure hath he in his house after him, when the number of his months is cut off in the midst?
6The getting of treasures by a lying tongue is a vanity tossed to and fro of them that seek death.
13If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
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.
32Yet shall he be brought to the grave, and shall remain in the tomb.
33The clods of the valley shall be sweet unto him, and every man shall draw after him, as there are innumerable before him.
24Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.
20Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
21Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;
3If a man beget an hundred children, and live many years, so that the days of his years be many, and his soul be not filled with good, and also that he have no burial; I say, that an untimely birth is better than he.
13They spend their days in wealth, and in a moment go down to the grave.
5Moreover he hath not seen the sun, nor known any thing: this hath more rest than the other.
6Yea, though he live a thousand years twice told, yet hath he seen no good: do not all go to one place?
7All the labour of man is for his mouth, and yet the appetite is not filled.
15So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.
16I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
2Wherefore I praised the dead which are already dead more than the living which are yet alive.
3Yea, better is he than both they, which hath not yet been, who hath not seen the evil work that is done under the sun.
10Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest.
48What man is he that liveth, and shall not see death? shall he deliver his soul from the hand of the grave? Selah.
6He hath set me in dark places, as they that be dead of old.
20Desire not the night, when people are cut off in their place.
19The rich man shall lie down, but he shall not be gathered: he openeth his eyes, and he is not.
23For all his days are sorrows, and his travail grief; yea, his heart taketh not rest in the night. This is also vanity.
5For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the grave who shall give thee thanks?
24That which is far off, and exceeding deep, who can find it out?
15And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
8But if a man live many years, and rejoice in them all; yet let him remember the days of darkness; for they shall be many. All that cometh is vanity.
25For who can eat, or who else can hasten hereunto, more than I?
3For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.
5For the living know that they shall die: but the dead know not any thing, neither have they any more a reward; for the memory of them is forgotten.
20Hell and destruction are never full; so the eyes of man are never satisfied.
12What man is he that desireth life, and loveth many days, that he may see good?
4If thou seekest her as silver, and searchest for her as for hid treasures;
17Therefore I hated life; because the work that is wrought under the sun is grievous unto me: for all is vanity and vexation of spirit.
20For he shall not much remember the days of his life; because God answereth him in the joy of his heart.
21Doth not their excellency which is in them go away? they die, even without wisdom.
18For the grave cannot praise thee, death can not celebrate thee: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth.
12I know that there is no good in them, but for a man to rejoice, and to do good in his life.