Job 17:1
My spirit is broken, my days have faded out, the grave awaits me.
My spirit is broken, my days have faded out, the grave awaits me.
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3for while my spirit is still in me, and the breath from God is in my nostrils,
9Have mercy on me, LORD, for I am in distress! My eyes grow dim from suffering. I have lost my strength.
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.
11My days have passed, my plans are shattered, even the desires of my heart.
3For my days go up in smoke, and my bones are charred like a fireplace.
15so that I would prefer strangling, and death more than life.
16I loathe it; I do not want to live forever; leave me alone, for my days are a vapor!
13If I hope for the grave to be my home, if I spread out my bed in darkness,
14If I cry to corruption,‘You are my father,’ and to the worm,‘My mother,’ or‘My sister,’
15where then is my hope? And my hope, who sees it?
16Will it go down to the barred gates of death? Will we descend together into the dust?”
10“I thought,‘In the middle of my life I must walk through the gates of Sheol, I am deprived of the rest of my years.’
20Are not my days few? Cease, then, and leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
3Certainly my enemies chase me. They smash me into the ground. They force me to live in dark regions, like those who have been dead for ages.
4My strength leaves me; I am absolutely shocked.
18He does not allow me to recover my breath, for he fills me with bitterness.
2Surely mockery is with me; my eyes must dwell on their hostility.
22He draws near to the place of corruption, and his life to the messengers of death.
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.
13The Possibility of Another Life“O that you would hide me in Sheol, and conceal me till your anger has passed! O that you would set me a time and then remember me!
3For my life is filled with troubles and I am ready to enter Sheol.
4They treat me like those who descend into the grave. I am like a helpless man,
16Job’s Despondency“And now my soul pours itself out within me; days of suffering take hold of me.
11My days are coming to an end, and I am withered like grass.
16my face is reddened because of weeping, and on my eyelids there is a deep darkness,
1An Appeal for Revelation“I am weary of my life; I will complain without restraint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
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.
7Remember that my life is but a breath, that my eyes will never again see happiness.
17For I am about to stumble, and I am in constant pain.
10My heart beats quickly; my strength leaves me; I can hardly see.
19He has flung me into the mud, and I have come to resemble dust and ashes.
18An Appeal for Relief“Why then did you bring me out from the womb? I should have died and no eye would have seen me!
7My eyes have grown dim with grief; my whole frame is but a shadow.
11Job Remonstrates with God“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.
47Take note of my brief lifespan! Why do you make all people so mortal?
4My heart beats violently within me; the horrors of death overcome 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.
17My breath is repulsive to my wife; I am loathsome to my brothers.
7Answer me quickly, LORD! My strength is fading. Do not reject me, or I will join those descending into the grave.
4“O LORD, help me understand my mortality and the brevity of life! Let me realize how quickly my life will pass!
19Who will contend with me? If anyone can, I will be silent and die.
28So I waste away like something rotten, like a garment eaten by moths.
18So I said,“My endurance has expired; I have lost all hope of deliverance from the LORD.”
10But man dies and is powerless; he expires– and where is he?
4Their life’s breath departs, they return to the ground; on that day their plans die.
6He has made me reside in deepest darkness like those who died long ago.
24For my sighing comes in place of my food, and my groanings flow forth like water.
20ר(Resh) Look, O LORD! I am distressed; my stomach is in knots! My heart is pounding inside me. Yes, I was terribly rebellious! Out in the street the sword bereaves a mother of her children; Inside the house death is present.
7My eyes grow dim from suffering; they grow weak because of all my enemies.