Job 29:18
Then I said, 'I shall die in my own house, I shall number my days as the sand.
Then I said, 'I shall die in my own house, I shall number my days as the sand.
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19My root is spread out to the waters, The dew lies all night on my branch;
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.
13I 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.
19I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20Aren't my days few? Cease then, Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
17I broke the jaws of the unrighteous, And plucked the prey out of his teeth.
23For I know that you will bring me to death, To the house appointed for all living.
22For when a few years are come, I shall go the way from whence I shall not return.
18If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I wake up, I am still with you.
14Why should I take my flesh in my teeth, And put my life in my hand?
15Behold, he will kill me; I have no hope. Nevertheless, I will maintain my ways before him.
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!
14If a man dies, shall he live again? All the days of my warfare would I wait, Until my release should come.
1"My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
19He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
10Who can count the dust of Jacob, Or number the fourth part of Israel? Let me die the death of the righteous, Let my last end be like his!
14and my hand has found as a nest the riches of the peoples; and as one gathers eggs that are forsaken, have I gathered all the earth: and there was none that moved the wing, or that opened the mouth, or chirped.
13For now should I have lain down and been quiet. I should have slept, then I would have been at rest,
13If I look for Sheol as my house, If I have spread my couch in the darkness,
15So that my soul chooses strangling, Death rather than my bones.
16I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone; for my days are but a breath.
11What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?
13When I say, 'My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint;'
4When I lie down, I say, 'When shall I arise, and the night be gone?' I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.
11My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.
6I said, "Oh that I had wings like a dove! Then I would fly away, and be at rest.
24I said, "My God, don't take me away in the midst of my days. Your years are throughout all generations.
11My days are past, my plans are broken off, As are the thoughts of my heart.
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.
8Then let me sow, and let another eat; Yes, let the produce of my field be rooted out.
23One dies in his full strength, Being wholly at ease and quiet.
3For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas, Therefore have my words been rash.
4As I was in the ripeness of my days, When the friendship of God was in my tent;
15My 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.
6As for me, I said in my prosperity, "I shall never be moved."
26I said, I would scatter them afar, I would make the memory of them to cease from among men;
40Thus I was; in the day the drought consumed me, and the frost by night; and my sleep fled from my eyes.
26They lie down alike in the dust, The worm covers them.
9If I take the wings of the dawn, And settle in the uttermost parts of the sea;
4"Yahweh, show me my end, What is the measure of my days. Let me know how frail I am.
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."
12You said, 'I will surely do you good, and make your seed as the sand of the sea, which can't be numbered because there are so many.'"
26After my skin is destroyed, Then in my flesh shall I see God,
27Whom I, even I, shall see on my side. My eyes shall see, and not as a stranger. "My heart is consumed within me.
29I am a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches.
26On this I awakened, and saw; and my sleep was sweet to me.
17I will not die, but live, And declare Yah's works.
18Yah has punished me severely, But he has not given me over to death.