Job 13:28
And he, like a decaying thing, consumes, like a garment that is moth-eaten.
And he, like a decaying thing, consumes, like a garment that is moth-eaten.
So man wastes away like something rotten, like a garment eaten by moths.
And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth eaten.
Though I am like a rotten thing{H7538} that consumeth,{H1086} Like a garment{H899} that is moth -{H6211} eaten.{H398}
And he, as a rotten thing{H7538}, consumeth{H1086}{(H8799)}, as a garment{H899} that is moth{H6211} eaten{H398}{(H8804)}.
where as I (notwithstondinge) must consume like as a foule carion, and as a cloth that is moth eaten.
Such one consumeth like a rotten thing, and as a garment that is motheaten.
And I as a rotten thing do consume away, as a garment that is moth eaten.
And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth eaten.
Though I am decaying like a rotten thing, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.
And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.
Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.
Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.
Though a man comes to nothing like a bit of dead wood, or like a robe which has become food for the worm.
though I am decaying like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.
So I waste away like something rotten, like a garment eaten by moths.
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12 Therefore I will be to Ephraim as a moth, and to the house of Judah as rottenness.
26 For you write bitter things against me, and make me inherit the iniquities of my youth.
27 You put my feet also in the stocks, and watch closely all my paths; you set a mark upon the soles of my feet.
21 His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; and his bones, that were not seen, stick out.
22 Yes, his soul draws near to the grave, and his life to the destroyers.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and becomes loathsome.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
18 By the great force of my disease my garment is changed: it binds me about like the collar of my coat.
19 He has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
2 Your riches are corrupted, and your garments are moth-eaten.
8 For the moth will eat them up like a garment, and the worm will eat them like wool: but my righteousness will last forever, and my salvation from generation to generation.
4 My flesh and my skin He has made old; He has broken my bones.
11 He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
3 For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned like a hearth.
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
12 My lifespan is gone, taken from me like a shepherd's tent: I have cut off my life like a weaver; He cuts me off with pining sickness: from day to night You make an end of me.
13 I counted till morning, that as a lion, so will He break all my bones: from day to night You make an end of me.
18 He builds his house like a moth, and like a booth that a keeper makes.
13 From above he has sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them: he has spread a net for my feet, he has turned me back: he has made me desolate and faint all the day.
8 You have filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me, and my leanness rising up in me bears witness to my face.
9 He tears me in his wrath, who hates me; he gnashes upon me with his teeth; my enemy sharpens his eyes upon me.
9 Behold, the Lord GOD will help me; who is he that shall condemn me? Lo, they all shall wear out like a garment; the moth shall eat them up.
28 And he dwells in desolate cities, and in houses which no one inhabits, which are ready to become heaps.
19 How much less in those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth?
20 They are destroyed from morning to evening; they perish forever without anyone regarding it.
12 His strength shall be weakened by hunger, and destruction shall be ready at his side.
13 It shall consume the strength of his skin: even the firstborn of death shall consume his strength.
19 But you are cast out of your grave like an abominable branch, and as the raiment of those that are slain, thrust through with a sword, that go down to the stones of the pit; like a carcass trodden under foot.
15 There the fire shall devour you; the sword shall cut you off, it shall eat you up like the locust: make yourself many like the locust, make yourself many like the swarming locusts.
10 For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
12 For it is a fire that consumes to destruction, and would root out all my increase.
13 His archers surround me, he cleaves my entrails asunder and does not spare; he pours out my gall upon the ground.
14 He breaks me with breach upon breach; he runs upon me like a giant.
15 I have sewn sackcloth upon my skin and defiled my horn in the dust.
13 They gaped at me with their mouths, like a ravening and roaring lion.
14 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint; my heart is like wax; it is melted within me.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue clings to my jaws; You have brought me into the dust of death.
16 He has also broken my teeth with gravel stones; He has covered me with ashes.
14 It is changed like clay under the seal; and they stand out like a garment.
11 He puts my feet in the stocks, He marks all my paths.
18 As he clothed himself with cursing as with a garment, so let it come into his bowels like water, and like oil into his bones.
8 ‘An evil disease,’ they say, ‘clings to him; now that he lies down, he will rise up no more.’
5 Because of the voice of my groaning, my bones cling to my skin.
10 Remove your stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of your hand.
11 When you correct a man for iniquity with rebukes, you make his beauty to fade like a moth: surely every man is vanity. Selah.
11 They shall perish; but You remain; and they all shall grow old as does a garment;
11 My days are like a shadow that declines, and I am withered like grass.
19 How they are brought into desolation, as in a moment! They are utterly consumed with terrors.
11 And you mourn at the last, when your flesh and your body are consumed,
17 The seed shrivels under their clods, the storehouses are desolate, the barns are broken down; for the grain is withered.