Job 33:22
He draws near to the place of corruption, and his life to the messengers of death.
He draws near to the place of corruption, and his life to the messengers of death.
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18 He spares a person’s life from corruption, his very life from crossing over the river.
19 Or a person is chastened by pain on his bed, and with the continual strife of his bones,
20 so that his life loathes food, and his soul rejects appetizing fare.
21 His flesh wastes away from sight, and his bones, which were not seen, are easily visible.
1 My spirit is broken, my days have faded out, the grave awaits me.
32 And when he is carried to the tombs, and watch is kept over the funeral mound,
33 The clods of the torrent valley are sweet to him; behind him everybody follows in procession, and before him goes a countless throng.
22 His flesh only has pain for him, and he mourns for himself.”
28 He redeemed my life from going down to the place of corruption, and my life sees the light!’
24 The Contrast With the Past“Surely one does not stretch out his hand against a broken man when he cries for help in his distress.
12 Calamity is hungry for him, and misfortune is ready at his side.
13 It eats away parts of his skin; the most terrible death devours his limbs.
14 He is dragged from the security of his tent, and marched off to the king of terrors.
3 For my life is filled with troubles and I am ready to enter Sheol.
30 to turn back his life from the place of corruption, that he may be enlightened with the light of life.
21 Terrifying sounds fill his ears; in a time of peace marauders attack him.
11 His bones were full of his youthful vigor, but that vigor will lie down with him in the dust.
7 As when one plows and breaks up the soil, so our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.
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.’
3 Certainly 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.
25 And another man dies in bitterness of soul, never having tasted anything good.
9 Enemies seek to destroy my life, but they will descend into the depths of the earth.
28 he lived in ruined towns and in houses where no one lives, where they are ready to crumble into heaps.
29 He will not grow rich, and his wealth will not endure, nor will his possessions spread over the land.
30 He will not escape the darkness; a flame will wither his shoots and he will depart by the breath of God’s mouth.
22 Accusation of God’s Justice“It is all one! That is why I say,‘He destroys the blameless and the guilty.’
28 So I waste away like something rotten, like a garment eaten by moths.
10 For 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.
12 My 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.
4 Their life’s breath departs, they return to the ground; on that day their plans die.
11 He has obstructed my paths and torn me to pieces; he has made me desolate.
21 to those who wait for death that does not come, and search for it more than for hidden treasures,
15 all flesh would perish together and human beings would return to dust.
4 ב(Bet) He has made my mortal skin waste away; he has broken my bones.
20 They are destroyed between morning and evening; they perish forever without anyone regarding it.
22 But God drags off the mighty by his power; when God rises up against him, he has no faith in his life.
29 If you take this one from me too and an accident happens to him, then you will bring down my gray hair in tragedy to the grave.’
15 so that I would prefer strangling, and death more than life.
20 Let his own eyes see his destruction; let him drink of the anger of the Almighty.
21 For what is his interest in his home after his death, when the number of his months has been broken off?
23 If there is an angel beside him, one mediator out of a thousand, to tell a person what constitutes his uprightness;
5 Yet God will make you a permanent heap of ruins. He will scoop you up and remove you from your home; he will uproot you from the land of the living.(Selah)
7 His vigorous steps are restricted, and his own counsel throws him down.
7 he will perish forever, like his own excrement; those who used to see him will say,‘Where is he?’
2 He grows up like a flower and then withers away; he flees like a shadow, and does not remain.
19 But he will join his ancestors; they will never again see the light of day.
16 Job’s Despondency“And now my soul pours itself out within me; days of suffering take hold of me.
15 The 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.
12 For it is a fire that devours even to Destruction, and it would uproot all my harvest.
8 They say,‘An awful disease overwhelms him, and now that he is bed-ridden he will never recover.’