Job 17:14
If I have said to corruption, 'You are my father;' to the worm, 'My mother,' and 'my sister;'
If I have said to corruption, 'You are my father;' to the worm, 'My mother,' and 'my sister;'
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15 where then is my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
16 Shall it go down with me to the gates of Sheol, or descend together into the dust?"
13 If I look for Sheol as my house, if I have spread my couch in the darkness,
1 "My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
17 because he didn't kill me from the womb; and so my mother would have been my grave, and her womb always great.
18 Why came I forth out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
18 "'Why, then, have you brought me forth out of the womb? I wish I had given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me.
19 I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
17 You have removed my soul far off from peace; I forgot prosperity.
18 I said, My strength is perished, and my expectation from Yahweh.
19 Remember my affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.
28 though I am decaying like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.
26 After my skin is destroyed, then in my flesh shall I see God,
20 The womb shall forget him. The worm shall feed sweetly on him. He shall be no more remembered. Unrighteousness shall be broken as a tree.
6 But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised by the people.
15 I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and have thrust my horn in the dust.
8 then let me sow, and let another eat. Yes, let the produce of my field be rooted out.
6 How much less man, who is a worm, the son of man, who is a worm!"
15 If I had said, "I will speak thus;" behold, I would have betrayed the generation of your children.
31 yet you will plunge me in the ditch. My own clothes shall abhor me.
13 "Oh that you would hide me in Sheol, that you would keep me secret, until your wrath is past, that you would appoint me a set time, and remember me!
19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
10 because it didn't shut up the doors of my mother's womb, nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.
11 "Why didn't I die from the womb? Why didn't I give up the spirit when my mother bore me?
14 Cursed is the day in which I was born: don't let the day in which my mother bore me be blessed.
16 or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, as infants who never saw light.
19 But you are cast away from your tomb like an abominable branch, clothed with the slain, who are thrust through with the sword, who go down to the stones of the pit; like a dead body trodden under foot.
18 (no, from my youth he grew up with me as with a father, her have I guided from my mother's womb);
4 My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
20 See, Yahweh; 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.
11 He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.
3 Do you open your eyes on such a one, and bring me into judgment with you?
4 Will you not from this time cry to me, 'My Father, you are the guide of my youth?'
14 I will ransom them from the power of Sheol. I will redeem them from death! Death, where are your plagues? Sheol, where is your destruction? "Compassion will be hidden from my eyes.
6 He has made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
14 My relatives have gone away. My familiar friends have forgotten me.
26 They lie down alike in the dust. The worm covers them.
6 I went down to the bottoms of the mountains. The earth barred me in forever: yet have you brought up my life from the pit, Yahweh my God.
18 Even young children despise me. If I arise, they speak against me.
19 All my familiar friends abhor me. They whom I loved have turned against me.
20 If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men? Why have you set me as a mark for you, so that I am a burden to myself?
21 Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I shall not be."
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
11 Your pomp is brought down to Sheol, with the sound of your stringed instruments. Maggots are spread out under you, and worms cover you.
10 I said, "In the middle of my life I go into the gates of Sheol. I am deprived of the residue of my years."
17 My disobedience is sealed up in a bag. You fasten up my iniquity.
5 Behold, I was brought forth in iniquity. In sin my mother conceived me.
3 For the enemy pursues my soul. He has struck my life down to the ground. He has made me live in dark places, as those who have been long dead.