Job 4:19
how much more to those who live in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed like a moth?
how much more to those who live in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed like a moth?
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20They are destroyed between morning and evening; they perish forever without anyone regarding it.
21Is not their excess wealth taken away from them? They die, yet without attaining wisdom.
18The house he builds is as fragile as a moth’s cocoon, like a hut that a watchman has made.
6how much less a mortal man, who is but a maggot– a son of man, who is only a worm!”
17“Is a mortal man righteous before God? Or a man pure before his Creator?
18If God puts no trust in his servants and attributes folly to his angels,
28So I waste away like something rotten, like a garment eaten by moths.
26Together they lie down in the dust, and worms cover over them both.
4People are like a vapor, their days like a shadow that disappears.
18How often are they like straw before the wind, and like chaff swept away by a whirlwind?
19How desolate they become in a mere moment! Terrifying judgments make their demise complete!
18But as a mountain falls away and crumbles, and as a rock will be removed from its place,
19as water wears away stones, and torrents wash away the soil, so you destroy man’s hope.
28he lived in ruined towns and in houses where no one lives, where they are ready to crumble into heaps.
14whose trust is in something futile, whose security is a spider’s web.
15He leans against his house but it does not hold up, he takes hold of it but it does not stand.
19He has flung me into the mud, and I have come to resemble dust and ashes.
15all flesh would perish together and human beings would return to dust.
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.
16men who were carried off before their time, when the flood was poured out on their foundations?
12Your maxims are proverbs of ashes; your defenses are defenses of clay.
2He grows up like a flower and then withers away; he flees like a shadow, and does not remain.
3Do you fix your eye on such a one? And do you bring me before you for judgment?
11You severely discipline people for their sins; like a moth you slowly devour their strength. Surely all people are a mere vapor.(Selah)
14He is dragged from the security of his tent, and marched off to the king of terrors.
15Fire resides in his tent; over his residence burning sulfur is scattered.
12but, despite their wealth, people do not last, they are like animals that perish.
17When they are scorched, they dry up, when it is hot, they vanish from their place.
38when the dust hardens into a mass, and the clumps of earth stick together?
7he will perish forever, like his own excrement; those who used to see him will say,‘Where is he?’
4Their life’s breath departs, they return to the ground; on that day their plans die.
24They are exalted for a little while, and then they are gone, they are brought low like all others, and gathered in, and like a head of grain they are cut off.’
9By the breath of God they perish, and by the blast of his anger they are consumed.
12The Curse of the Incurable Wound I will be like a moth to Ephraim, like wood rot to the house of Judah.
14with kings and counselors of the earth who built for themselves places now desolate,
21For what is his interest in his home after his death, when the number of his months has been broken off?
20In a moment they die, in the middle of the night, people are shaken and they pass away. The mighty are removed effortlessly.
14The earth takes shape like clay under a seal; its features are dyed like a garment.
20Both go to the same place, both come from the dust, and to dust both return.
2Your riches have rotted and your clothing has become moth-eaten.
19Lasting Treasure“Do not accumulate for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and devouring insect destroy and where thieves break in and steal.
26Their residents are powerless, they are terrified and ashamed. They are as short-lived as plants in the field, or green vegetation. They are as short-lived as grass on the rooftops when it is scorched by the east wind.
22Stop trusting in human beings, whose life’s breath is in their nostrils. For why should they be given special consideration?
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.
11Indeed, look! The LORD is giving the command. He will smash the large house to bits, and the small house into little pieces.
16If he piles up silver like dust and stores up clothing like mounds of clay,
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!
15She forgets that a foot might crush them, or that a wild animal might trample them.
12so man lies down and does not rise; until the heavens are no more, they will not awake nor arise from their sleep.