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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3 All 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.
10 For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
3 For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.
15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.
16 I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
13 If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
14 I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.
15 And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
16 They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.
10 I 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,
3 For 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.
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
18 He 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?
22 Yea, his soul draweth near unto the grave, and his life to the destroyers.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
13 O 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!
3 For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.
4 I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man that hath no strength:
16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
11 My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.
16 My 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.
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.
7 O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
17 For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.
10 My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
18 Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
11 Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
47 Remember how short my time is: wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?
4 My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
12 Mine 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.
17 My 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.
4 LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am.
19 Who is he that will plead with me? for now, if I hold my tongue, I shall give up the ghost.
28 And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth eaten.
18 And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the LORD:
10 But man dieth, and wasteth away: yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?
4 His breath goeth forth, he returneth to his earth; in that very day his thoughts perish.
6 He hath set me in dark pces, as they that be dead of old.
24 For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
20 Behold, 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.
7 Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.