Job 17:1
¶ My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves [are ready] for me.
¶ My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves [are ready] for me.
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3All the while my breath [is] in me, and the spirit of God [is] in my nostrils;
9¶ Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, [yea], my soul and my belly.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, [even] the thoughts of my heart.
3For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.
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.
13If I wait, the grave [is] mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
14I have said to corruption, Thou [art] my father: to the worm, [Thou art] my mother, and my sister.
15And where [is] now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
16They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when [our] rest together [is] in the dust.
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.
20[Are] not my days few? cease [then, and] let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
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.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
18He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
2[Are there] not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?
22Yea, his soul draweth near unto the grave, and his life to the destroyers.
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.
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!
3For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.
4I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man [that hath] no strength:
16And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
11My days [are] like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.
16My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids [is] the shadow of death;
1¶ My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
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.
7¶ O remember that my life [is] wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
17For I [am] ready to halt, and my sorrow [is] continually before me.
10My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
19He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
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!
7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members [are] as a shadow.
11Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
47Remember how short my time is: wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?
4My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon 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.
17My breath is strange to my wife, though I intreated for the children's [sake] of mine own body.
7¶ Hear me speedily, O LORD: my spirit faileth: hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.
4LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it [is; that] I may know how frail I [am].
19Who [is] he [that] will plead with me? for now, if I hold my tongue, I shall give up the ghost.
28And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth eaten.
18And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the LORD:
10But man dieth, and wasteth away: yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where [is] he?
4His breath goeth forth, he returneth to his earth; in that very day his thoughts perish.
6He hath set me in dark places, as [they that be] dead of old.
24For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
20Behold, O LORD; for I [am] in distress: my bowels are troubled; mine heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: abroad the sword bereaveth, at home [there is] as death.
7Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.