Job 13:28
So I waste away like something rotten, like a garment eaten by moths.
So I waste away like something rotten, like a garment eaten by moths.
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12The Curse of the Incurable Wound I will be like a moth to Ephraim, like wood rot to the house of Judah.
26For you write down bitter things against me and cause me to inherit the sins of my youth.
27And you put my feet in the stocks and you watch all my movements; you put marks on the soles of my feet.
21His flesh wastes away from sight, and his bones, which were not seen, are easily visible.
22He draws near to the place of corruption, and his life to the messengers of death.
5My body is clothed with worms and dirty scabs; my skin is broken and festering.
6My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and they come to an end without hope.
18With great power God grasps my clothing; he binds me like the collar of my tunic.
19He has flung me into the mud, and I have come to resemble dust and ashes.
2Your riches have rotted and your clothing has become moth-eaten.
8For a moth will eat away at them like clothes; a clothes moth will devour them like wool. But the vindication I provide will be permanent; the deliverance I give will last.”
4ב(Bet) He has made my mortal skin waste away; he has broken my bones.
11He has obstructed my paths and torn me to pieces; he has made me desolate.
3For my days go up in smoke, and my bones are charred like a fireplace.
1My spirit is broken, my days have faded out, the grave awaits me.
12My dwelling place is removed and taken away from me like a shepherd’s tent. I rolled up my life like a weaver rolls cloth; from the loom he cuts me off. You turn day into night and end my life.
13I cry out until morning; like a lion he shatters all my bones; you turn day into night and end my life.
18The house he builds is as fragile as a moth’s cocoon, like a hut that a watchman has made.
13מ(Mem) He sent down fire into my bones, and it overcame them. He spread out a trapper’s net for my feet; he made me turn back. He has made me desolate; I am faint all day long.
8You have seized me, and it has become a witness; my leanness has risen up against me and testifies against me.
9His anger has torn me and persecuted me; he has gnashed at me with his teeth; my adversary locks his eyes on me.
9Look, the Sovereign LORD helps me. Who dares to condemn me? Look, all of them will wear out like clothes; a moth will eat away at them.
28he lived in ruined towns and in houses where no one lives, where they are ready to crumble into heaps.
19how much more to those who live in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed like a moth?
20They are destroyed between morning and evening; they perish forever without anyone regarding it.
12Calamity is hungry for him, and misfortune is ready at his side.
13It eats away parts of his skin; the most terrible death devours his limbs.
19But you have been thrown out of your grave like a shoot that is thrown away. You lie among the slain, among those who have been slashed by the sword, among those headed for the stones of the Pit, as if you were a mangled corpse.
15There the fire will consume you; the sword will cut you down; it will devour you like the young locust would.The Assyrian Defenders Will Flee Multiply yourself like the young locust; multiply yourself like the flying locust!
10For my life nears its end in pain; my years draw to a close as I groan. My strength fails me because of my sin, and my bones become brittle.
12For it is a fire that devours even to Destruction, and it would uproot all my harvest.
13his archers surround me. Without pity he pierces my kidneys and pours out my gall on the ground.
14He breaks through against me, time and time again; he rushes against me like a warrior.
15I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and buried my horn in the dust;
13They open their mouths to devour me like a roaring lion that rips its prey.
14My strength drains away like water; all my bones are dislocated; my heart is like wax; it melts away inside me.
15The roof of my mouth is as dry as a piece of pottery; my tongue sticks to my gums. You set me in the dust of death.
16ו(Vav) He ground my teeth in gravel; he trampled me in the dust.
14The earth takes shape like clay under a seal; its features are dyed like a garment.
11He puts my feet in shackles; he watches closely all my paths.’
18He made cursing a way of life, so curses poured into his stomach like water and seeped into his bones like oil.
8They say,‘An awful disease overwhelms him, and now that he is bed-ridden he will never recover.’
5Because of the anxiety that makes me groan, my bones protrude from my skin.
10Please stop wounding me! You have almost beaten me to death!
11You severely discipline people for their sins; like a moth you slowly devour their strength. Surely all people are a mere vapor.(Selah)
11They will perish, but you continue. And they will all grow old like a garment,
11My days are coming to an end, and I am withered like grass.
19How desolate they become in a mere moment! Terrifying judgments make their demise complete!
11And at the end of your life you will groan when your flesh and your body are wasted away.
17The grains of seed have shriveled beneath their shovels. Storehouses have been decimated and granaries have been torn down, for the grain has dried up.