Job 10:19
I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
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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.
16Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, As infants who never saw light.
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?
12Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should suck?
13For now should I have lain down and been quiet. I should have slept, then I would have been at rest,
20Aren't my days few? Cease then, Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
21Before I go where I shall not return from, To the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
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?
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!
9Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
10Be it still my consolation, Yes, let me exult in pain that doesn't spare, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
11What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?
3"Let the day perish in which I was born, The night which said, 'There is a man-child conceived.'
19He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
10I said, In the noontide of my days I shall go into the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
11I 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.
12My 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.
1"My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
8'Your hands have framed me and fashioned me altogether; Yet you destroy me.
9Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again?
10Haven't you poured me out like milk, And curdled me like cheese?
14Cursed be the day in which I was born: don't let the day in which my mother bore me be blessed.
16I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone; for my days are but a breath.
9But you brought me out of the womb. You made me trust at my mother's breasts.
10I was thrown on you from my mother's womb. You are my God since my mother bore me.
10Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
10He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone. My hope he has plucked up like a tree.
12I am forgotten from their hearts like a dead man. I am like broken pottery.
19But I was like a gentle lamb that is led to the slaughter; and I didn't know that they had devised devices against me, [saying], Let us destroy the tree with the fruit of it, and let us cut him off from the land of the living, that his name may be no more remembered.
13If I look for Sheol as my house, If I have spread my couch in the darkness,
15Where then is my hope? As for my hope, who shall see it?
6He has made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
2"Oh that I were as in the months of old, As in the days when God watched over me;
17You have removed my soul far off from peace; I forgot prosperity.
19Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is [my] grief, and I must bear it.
47Remember how short my time is! For what vanity have you created all the children of men!
17Because I was not cut off before the darkness, Neither did he cover the thick darkness from my face.
29I shall be condemned; Why then do I labor in vain?
8The eye of him who sees me shall see me no more. Your eyes shall be on me, but I shall not be.
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."
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
10For my life is spent with sorrow, My years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
4I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,
15Didn't he who made me in the womb make him? Didn't one fashion us in the womb?
21I am blameless. I don't regard myself. I despise my life.
22For when a few years are come, I shall go the way from whence I shall not return.
13Isn't it that I have no help in me, That wisdom is driven quite from me?
15What 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.