Isaiah 38:10
I said, In the noontide of my days I shall go into the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
I said, In the noontide of my days I shall go into the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
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11 I said, I shall not see Yah, Yah in the land of the living: I shall see man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
12 My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me as a shepherd's tent: I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life; he will cut me off from the loom: From day even to night will you make an end of me.
13 I quieted [myself] until morning; as a lion, so he breaks all my bones: From day even to night will you make an end of me.
1 "My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
23 He weakened my strength along the course. He shortened my days.
24 I said, "My God, don't take me away in the midst of my days. Your years are throughout all generations.
15 What shall I say? he has both spoken to me, and himself has done it: I shall go softly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul.
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, My years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
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.
20 Aren't my days few? Cease then, Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
21 Before I go where I shall not return from, To the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
3 For my soul is full of troubles. My life draws near to Sheol.
4 I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,
5 Set apart among the dead, Like the slain who lie in the grave, Whom you remember no more. They are cut off from your hand.
11 My days are past, my plans are broken off, As are the thoughts of my heart.
22 For when a few years are come, I shall go the way from whence I shall not return.
13 Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go away, and be no more."
10 My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.
13 If I look for Sheol as my house, If I have spread my couch in the darkness,
11 My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.
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!
14 If a man dies, shall he live again? All the days of my warfare would I wait, Until my release should come.
17 For I am ready to fall. My pain is continually before me.
16 I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone; for my days are but a breath.
9 The writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he had been sick, and was recovered of his sickness.
4 "Yahweh, show me my end, What is the measure of my days. Let me know how frail I am.
4 I said, 'I have been banished from your sight; Yet I will look again toward your holy temple.'
17 Have the gates of death been revealed to you? Or have you seen the gates of the shadow of death?
23 For I know that you will bring me to death, To the house appointed for all living.
3 The cords of death surrounded me, The pains of Sheol got a hold of me. I found trouble and sorrow.
47 Remember how short my time is! For what vanity have you created all the children of men!
48 What man is he who shall live and not see death, Who shall deliver his soul from the power of Sheol? Selah.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
8 The eye of him who sees me shall see me no more. Your eyes shall be on me, but I shall not be.
22 As for me, I said in my haste, "I am cut off from before your eyes." Nevertheless you heard the voice of my petitions when I cried to you.
18 I said, My strength is perished, and my expectation from Yahweh.
22 Yes, his soul draws near to the pit, And his life to the destroyers.
6 I am pained and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.
6 The cords of Sheol were round about me; The snares of death came on me.
5 The cords of Sheol were round about me; The snares of death came on me.
6 He has made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
18 Yah has punished me severely, But he has not given me over to death.
1 "My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
1 In those days was Hezekiah sick to death. Isaiah the prophet the son of Amoz came to him, and said to him, Thus says Yahweh, Set your house in order; for you shall die, and not live.
18 Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me.
2 Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, Men in whom ripe age has perished?
16 Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.
7 My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.