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.
My spirit is broken, my days have faded away, and the grave is ready for me.
My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
My breath is corrupt, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes doore.
¶ My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves [are ready] for me.
"My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is `ready' for me.
My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
"My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
My spirit is broken, my days have faded out, the grave awaits me.
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3As long as my breath is in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils;
9Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: my eye is consumed with grief, yes, my soul and my body.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength fails because of my 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 like a hearth.
15so that my soul chooses strangling, and death rather than my life.
16I loathe it; I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are vanity.
13If I wait, the grave is my house; I have made my bed in the darkness.
14I have said to corruption, 'You are my father'; to the worm, 'You are my mother, and my sister.'
15And where now is 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 prime of my days, I shall go to the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the rest of my years.
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
3For the enemy has persecuted my soul; he has crushed my life to the ground; he has made me dwell in darkness, like those long dead.
4Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
18He will not allow me to regain my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
2Are there not mockers with me? And does not my eye continue in their provocation?
22Yes, his soul draws near to the grave, and his life to the destroyers.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue clings to my jaws; You have brought me into the dust of death.
13Oh that You would hide me in the grave, that You would keep me secret, until Your wrath is past, that You would appoint me a set time, and remember me!
3For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to the grave.
4I am counted with those who go down into the pit; I am as a man who has no strength:
16And now my soul is poured out within me; the days of affliction have seized me.
11My days are like a shadow that declines, and I am withered like grass.
16My face is flushed with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
1My 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 becomes loathsome.
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7Oh, remember that my life is a breath; my eye shall see good no more.
17For I am ready to fall, and my sorrow is continually before me.
10My heart pants, my strength fails me; as for the light of my eyes, it also has gone from me.
19He has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
18Why then have You brought me forth out of the womb? Oh, that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
7My eye also is dim because of sorrow, and all my members are like 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; why have you made all men in vain?
4My heart is in anguish within me, and the terrors of death have fallen upon me.
12My 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.
17My breath is strange to my wife, though I pleaded for the children's sake of my own body.
7Answer me quickly, O LORD; my spirit fails: do not hide Your face from me, lest I be like those who go down into the pit.
4LORD, make me to know my end, and the measure of my days, what it is; so I may know how frail I am.
19Who is he that will plead with me? for now, if I keep silent, I shall die.
28And he, like a decaying thing, consumes, like a garment that is moth-eaten.
18And I said, My strength and my hope perished from the LORD.
10But man dies and wastes away; yes, man gives up the spirit, and where is he?
4His breath departs, he returns to his earth; in that very day his thoughts perish.
6He has set me in dark places, like those long dead.
24For my sighing comes before I eat, and my groanings are poured out like water.
20Behold, O LORD; for I am in distress: my heart is troubled; my heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: abroad the sword bereaves, at home there is as death.
7My eye is consumed because of grief; it grows old because of all my enemies.