Job 13:28
Though I am decaying like a rotten thing, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.
Though I am decaying like a rotten thing, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.
These verses are found using AI-powered semantic similarity based on meaning and context. Results may occasionally include unexpected connections.
12 Therefore I am to Ephraim like a moth, And to the house of Judah like rottenness.
26 For you write bitter things against me, And make me inherit the iniquities of my youth:
27 You also put my feet in the stocks, And mark all my paths. You set a bound to the soles of my feet:
21 His flesh is so consumed away, that it can't be seen; His bones that were not seen stick out.
22 Yes, his soul draws near to the pit, And his life to the destroyers.
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.
18 By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
2 Your riches are corrupted and your garments are moth-eaten.
8 For the moth shall eat them up like a garment, and the worm shall eat them like wool; but my righteousness shall be forever, and my salvation to all generations.
4 My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
11 He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.
3 For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a firebrand.
1 "My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
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.
18 He builds his house as the moth, As a booth which the watchman makes.
13 From on high has he sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them; He has spread a net for my feet, he has turned me back: He has made me desolate and faint all the day.
8 You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me, It testifies to my face.
9 He has torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me; He has gnashed on me with his teeth: My adversary sharpens his eyes on me.
9 Behold, the Lord Yahweh will help me; who is he who shall condemn me? Behold, all they shall wax old as a garment, the moth shall eat them up.
28 He has lived in desolate cities, In houses which no one inhabited, Which were ready to become heaps.
19 How much more, those who dwell in houses of clay, Whose foundation is in the dust, Who are crushed before the moth!
20 Between morning and evening they are destroyed. They perish forever without any regarding it.
12 His strength shall be famished, Calamity shall be ready at his side.
13 The members of his body shall be devoured, The firstborn of death shall devour his members.
19 But you are cast forth 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; as a dead body trodden under foot.
15 There the fire will devour you. The sword will cut you off. It will devour you like the grasshopper. Multiply like grasshoppers. Multiply like the locust.
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, My years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
12 For it is a fire that consumes to destruction, And would root out all my increase.
13 His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.
14 He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs on me like a giant.
15 I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, And have thrust my horn in the dust.
13 They open their mouths wide against me, Lions tearing prey and roaring.
14 I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; It is melted within me.
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.
16 He has also broken my teeth with gravel stones; he has covered me with ashes.
14 It is changed as clay under the seal, And stands forth as a garment.
11 He puts my feet in the stocks, He marks all my paths.'
18 He clothed himself also with cursing as with his garment. It came into his inward parts like water, Like oil into his bones.
8 "An evil disease," they say, "has afflicted him. Now that he lies he shall rise up no more."
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning, My bones stick to my skin.
10 Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
11 When you rebuke and correct man for iniquity, You consume his wealth like a moth. Surely every man is but a breath." Selah.
11 They will perish, but you continue. They all will grow old like a garment does.
11 My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.
19 How they are suddenly destroyed! They are completely swept away with terrors.
11 You will groan at your latter end, When your flesh and your body are consumed,
17 The seeds rot under their clods. The granaries are laid desolate. The barns are broken down, for the grain has withered.