Job 4:19
How much less in them that dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, which are crushed before the moth?
How much less in them that dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, which are crushed before the moth?
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20 They are destroyed from morning to evening: they perish for ever without any regarding it.
21 Doth not their excellency which is in them go away? they die, even without wisdom.
18 He buildeth his house as a moth, and as a booth that the keeper maketh.
6 How much less man, that is a worm? and the son of man, which is a worm?
17 Shall mortal man be more just than God? shall a man be more pure than his maker?
18 Behold, he put no trust in his servants; and his angels he charged with folly:
28 And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth eaten.
26 They shall lie down alike in the dust, and the worms shall cover them.
4 Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
18 They are as stubble before the wind, and as chaff that the storm carrieth away.
19 How are they brought into desolation, as in a moment! they are utterly consumed with terrors.
18 And surely the mountain falling cometh to nought, and the rock is removed out of his place.
19 The waters wear the stones: thou washest away the things which grow out of the dust of the earth; and thou destroyest the hope of man.
28 And he dwelleth in desolate cities, and in houses which no man inhabiteth, which are ready to become heaps.
14 Whose hope shall be cut off, and whose trust shall be a spider's web.
15 He shall lean upon his house, but it shall not stand: he shall hold it fast, but it shall not endure.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
15 All flesh shall perish together, and man shall turn again unto dust.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
16 Which were cut down out of time, whose foundation was overflown with a flood:
12 Your remembrances are like unto ashes, your bodies to bodies of clay.
2 He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
3 And dost thou open thine eyes upon such an one, and bringest me into judgment with thee?
11 When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely every man is vanity. Selah.
14 His confidence shall be rooted out of his tabernacle, and it shall bring him to the king of terrors.
15 It shall dwell in his tabernacle, because it is none of his: brimstone shall be scattered upon his habitation.
12 Nevertheless man being in honour abideth not: he is like the beasts that perish.
17 What time they wax warm, they vanish: when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
38 When the dust groweth into hardness, and the clods cleave fast together?
7 Yet he shall perish for ever like his own dung: they which have seen him shall say, Where is he?
4 His breath goeth forth, he returneth to his earth; in that very day his thoughts perish.
24 They are exalted for a little while, but are gone and brought low; they are taken out of the way as all other, and cut off as the tops of the ears of corn.
9 By the blast of God they perish, and by the breath of his nostrils are they consumed.
12 Therefore will I be unto Ephraim as a moth, and to the house of Judah as rottenness.
14 With kings and counsellors of the earth, which built desolate places for themselves;
21 For what pleasure hath he in his house after him, when the number of his months is cut off in the midst?
20 In a moment shall they die, and the people shall be troubled at midnight, and pass away: and the mighty shall be taken away without hand.
14 It is turned as clay to the seal; and they stand as a garment.
20 All go unto one place; all are of the dust, and all turn to dust again.
2 Your riches are corrupted, and your garments are motheaten.
19 Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal:
26 Therefore their inhabitants were of small power, they were dismayed and confounded; they were as the grass of the field, and as the green herb, as the grass on the housetops, and as corn blasted before it be grown up.
22 Cease ye from man, whose breath is in his nostrils: for wherein is he to be accounted of?
17 The seed is rotten under their clods, the garners are laid desolate, the barns are broken down; for the corn is withered.
11 For, behold, the LORD commandeth, and he will smite the great house with breaches, and the little house with clefts.
16 Though he heap up silver as the dust, and prepare raiment as the clay;
15 There 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.
15 And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, or that the wild beast may break them.
12 So man lieth down, and riseth not: till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, nor be raised out of their sleep.