Job 10:18
And why from the womb Hast Thou brought me forth? I expire, and the eye doth not see me.
And why from the womb Hast Thou brought me forth? I expire, and the eye doth not see me.
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19 As I had not been, I am, From the belly to the grave I am brought,
20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
21 Before I go, and return not, Unto a land of darkness and death-shade,
10 Because it hath not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from mine eyes.
11 Why from the womb do I not die? From the belly I have come forth and gasp!
12 Wherefore have knees been before me? And what `are' breasts, that I suck?
17 Because he hath not put me to death from the womb, And my mother is to me -- my grave, And her womb a pregnancy age-during.
18 Why `is' this? from the womb I have come out, To see labour and sorrow, Yea, consumed in shame are my days!
16 (Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants -- they have not seen light.)
13 O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
3 Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that hath said: `A man-child hath been conceived.'
14 Cursed `is' the day in which I was born, The day that my mother bare me, Let it not be blessed!
10 Dost Thou not as milk pour me out? And as cheese curdle me?
8 Thy hands have taken pains about me, And they make me together round about, And Thou swallowest me up!
9 For thou `art' He bringing me forth from the womb, Causing me to trust, On the breasts of my mother.
10 On Thee I have been cast from the womb, From the belly of my mother Thou `art' my God.
9 That God would please -- and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!
10 And yet it is my comfort, (And I exult in pain -- He doth not spare,) That I have not hidden The sayings of the Holy One.
11 What `is' my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?
17 Thou renewest Thy witnesses against me, And dost multiply Thine anger with me, Changes and warfare `are' with me.
1 My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
15 And my soul chooseth strangling, Death rather than my bones.
16 I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days `are' vanity.
15 Did not He that made me in the womb make him? Yea, prepare us in the womb doth One.
10 `I -- I said in the cutting off of my days, I go in to the gates of Sheol, I have numbered the remnant of mine years.
11 I said, I do not see Jah -- Jah! In the land of the living, I do not behold man any more, With the inhabitants of the world.
17 For I have not been cut off before darkness, And before me He covered thick darkness.
15 And where `is' now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
8 The eye of my beholder beholdeth me not. Thine eyes `are' upon me -- and I am not.
3 Also -- on this Thou hast opened Thine eyes, And dost bring me into judgment with Thee.
11 Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.
12 A sea-`monster' am I, or a dragon, That thou settest over me a guard?
20 I have sinned, what do I to Thee, O watcher of man? Why hast Thou set me for a mark to Thee, And I am for a burden to myself -- and what?
21 Thou dost not take away my transgression, And cause to pass away mine iniquity, Because now, for dust I lie down: And Thou hast sought me -- and I am not!
14 Why, O Jehovah, castest Thou off my soul? Thou hidest Thy face from me.
18 He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.
6 In dark places He hath caused me to dwell, As the dead of old.
19 Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
24 Why dost Thou hide Thy face? And reckonest me for an enemy to Thee?
29 I -- I am become wicked; why `is' this? `In' vain I labour.
19 Who `is' he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
14 Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?
1 My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2 I say unto God, `Do not condemn me, Let me know why Thou dost strive `with' me.
47 Remember, I pray Thee, what `is' life-time? Wherefore in vain hast Thou created All the sons of men?
10 Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
5 No eye hath had pity on thee, to do to thee any of these, To have compassion on thee, And thou art cast on the face of the field, With loathing of thy person. In the day thou hast been born -- thou!
3 And now, O Jehovah, take, I pray Thee, my soul from me, for better `is' my death than my life.'
13 If I wait -- Sheol `is' my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.
10 Wo to me, my mother, For thou hast borne me a man of strife, And a man of contention to all the land, I have not lent on usury, Nor have they lent on usury to me -- All of them are reviling me.