Job 10:19
I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
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18Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
16Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants [which] never saw light.
10Because it shut not up the doors of my [mother's] womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.
11¶ Why died I not from the womb? [why] did I [not] give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
12Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?
13For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
20[Are] 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;
17Because he slew me not from the womb; or that my mother might have been my grave, and her womb [to be] always great [with me].
18Wherefore came I forth out of the womb to see labour and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
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!
9Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
10Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
11What [is] my strength, that I should hope? and what [is] mine end, that I should prolong my life?
3Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night [in which] it was said, There is a man child conceived.
19He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
10I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
11I said, I shall not see the LORD, [even] the LORD, in the land of the living: I shall behold man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
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.
1¶ My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves [are ready] for me.
8¶ Thine hands have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.
9Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?
10Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
14¶ Cursed [be] the day wherein I was born: let not the day wherein my mother bare me be blessed.
16I loathe [it]; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days [are] vanity.
9But thou [art] he that took me out of the womb: thou didst make me hope [when I was] upon my mother's breasts.
10I was cast upon thee from the womb: thou [art] my God from my mother's belly.
10Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
10He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree.
12I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.
19But I [was] like a lamb [or] an ox [that] is brought to the slaughter; and I knew not that they had devised devices against me, [saying], Let us destroy the tree with the fruit thereof, and let us cut him off from the land of the living, that his name may be no more remembered.
13If I wait, the grave [is] mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
15And where [is] now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
6He hath set me in dark places, as [they that be] dead of old.
2Oh that I were as [in] months past, as [in] the days [when] God preserved me;
17And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace: I forgat prosperity.
19Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this [is] a grief, and I must bear it.
47Remember how short my time is: wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?
17Because I was not cut off before the darkness, [neither] hath he covered the darkness from my face.
29[If] I be wicked, why then labour I in vain?
8The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no [more]: thine eyes [are] upon me, and I [am] not.
21And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I [shall] not [be].
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
4I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man [that hath] no strength:
15Did not he that made me in the womb make him? and did not one fashion us in the womb?
21[Though] I [were] perfect, [yet] would I not know my soul: I would despise my life.
22When a few years are come, then I shall go the way [whence] I shall not return.
13[Is] not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
15What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done [it]: I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.