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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15where then is my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
16Shall it go down with me to the gates of Sheol, or descend together into the dust?"
13If 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.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
17because he didn't kill me from the womb; and so my mother would have been my grave, and her womb always great.
18Why 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.
19I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
17You have removed my soul far off from peace; I forgot prosperity.
18I said, My strength is perished, and my expectation from Yahweh.
19Remember my affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.
28though I am decaying like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.
26After my skin is destroyed, then in my flesh shall I see God,
20The womb shall forget him. The worm shall feed sweetly on him. He shall be no more remembered. Unrighteousness shall be broken as a tree.
6But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised by the people.
15I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and have thrust my horn in the dust.
8then let me sow, and let another eat. Yes, let the produce of my field be rooted out.
6How much less man, who is a worm, the son of man, who is a worm!"
15If I had said, "I will speak thus;" behold, I would have betrayed the generation of your children.
31yet 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!
19He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
10because 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?
14Cursed is the day in which I was born: don't let the day in which my mother bore me be blessed.
16or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, as infants who never saw light.
19But 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);
4My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
20See, 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.
11He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.
3Do you open your eyes on such a one, and bring me into judgment with you?
4Will you not from this time cry to me, 'My Father, you are the guide of my youth?'
14I 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.
6He has made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
14My relatives have gone away. My familiar friends have forgotten me.
26They lie down alike in the dust. The worm covers them.
6I 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.
18Even young children despise me. If I arise, they speak against me.
19All my familiar friends abhor me. They whom I loved have turned against me.
20If 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?
21Why 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."
10For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
11Your pomp is brought down to Sheol, with the sound of your stringed instruments. Maggots are spread out under you, and worms cover you.
10I said, "In the middle of my life I go into the gates of Sheol. I am deprived of the residue of my years."
17My disobedience is sealed up in a bag. You fasten up my iniquity.
5Behold, I was brought forth in iniquity. In sin my mother conceived me.
3For 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.