Job 4:19
How much more, those who dwell in houses of clay, Whose foundation is in the dust, Who are crushed before the moth!
How much more, those who dwell in houses of clay, Whose foundation is in the dust, Who are crushed before the moth!
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20Between morning and evening they are destroyed. They perish forever without any regarding it.
21Isn't their tent-cord plucked up within them? They die, and that without wisdom.'
18He builds his house as the moth, As a booth which the watchman makes.
6How much less man, who is a worm! The son of man, who is a worm!"
17'Shall mortal man be more just than God? Shall a man be more pure than his Maker?
18Behold, he puts no trust in his servants. He charges his angels with error.
28Though I am decaying like a rotten thing, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.
26They lie down alike in the dust, The worm covers them.
4Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.
18That they are as stubble before the wind, As chaff that the storm carries away?
19How they are suddenly destroyed! They are completely swept away with terrors.
18"But the mountain falling comes to nothing; The rock is removed out of its place;
19The waters wear the stones; The torrents of it wash away the dust of the earth: So you destroy the hope of man.
28He has lived in desolate cities, In houses which no one inhabited, Which were ready to become heaps.
14Whose confidence shall break apart, Whose trust is a spider's web.
15He shall lean on his house, but it shall not stand. He shall cling to it, but it shall not endure.
19He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
15All flesh would perish together, And man would turn again to dust.
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.
16Who were snatched away before their time, Whose foundation was poured out as a stream,
12Your memorable sayings are proverbs of ashes, Your defenses are defenses of clay.
2He comes forth like a flower, and is cut down. He also flees like a shadow, and doesn't continue.
3Do you open your eyes on such a one, And bring me into judgment with you?
11When you rebuke and correct man for iniquity, You consume his wealth like a moth. Surely every man is but a breath." Selah.
14He shall be rooted out of his tent where he trusts. He shall be brought to the king of terrors.
15There shall dwell in his tent that which is none of his. Sulfur shall be scattered on his habitation.
12But man, despite his riches, doesn't endure. He is like the animals that perish.
17In the dry season, they vanish. When it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
38When the dust runs into a mass, And the clods of earth stick together?
7Yet he shall perish forever like his own dung, Those who have seen him shall say, 'Where is he?'
4His spirit departs, and he returns to the earth. In that very day, his thoughts perish.
24They are exalted; yet a little while, and they are gone. Yes, they are brought low, they are taken out of the way as all others, And are cut off as the tops of the ears of grain.
9By the breath of God they perish, By the blast of his anger are they consumed.
12Therefore I am to Ephraim like a moth, And to the house of Judah like rottenness.
14With kings and counselors of the earth, Who built up waste places for themselves;
21For what does he care for his house after him, When the number of his months is cut off?
20In a moment they die, even at midnight; The people are shaken and pass away, The mighty are taken away without hand.
14It is changed as clay under the seal, And stands forth as a garment.
20All go to one place. All are from the dust, and all turn to dust again.
2Your riches are corrupted and your garments are moth-eaten.
19"Don't lay up treasures for yourselves on the earth, where moth and rust consume, and where thieves break through and steal;
26Therefore their inhabitants were of small power, they were dismayed and confounded; they were as the grass of the field, and as the green herb, as the grass on the housetops, and as grain blasted before it is grown up.
22Stop trusting in man, whose breath is in his nostrils; For of what account is he?
17The seeds rot under their clods. The granaries are laid desolate. The barns are broken down, for the grain has withered.
11"For, behold, Yahweh commands, and the great house will be smashed to pieces, And the little house into bits.
16Though he heap up silver as the dust, And prepare clothing as the clay;
15There 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.
15And forgets that the foot may crush them, Or that the wild animal may trample them.
12So man lies down and doesn't rise; Until the heavens are no more, they shall not awake, Nor be roused out of their sleep.