Job 10:19
As I had not been, I am, From the belly to the grave I am brought,
As I had not been, I am, From the belly to the grave I am brought,
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18And why from the womb Hast Thou brought me forth? I expire, and the eye doth not see me.
16(Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants -- they have not seen light.)
10Because it hath not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from mine eyes.
11Why from the womb do I not die? From the belly I have come forth and gasp!
12Wherefore have knees been before me? And what `are' breasts, that I suck?
13For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept -- then there is rest to me,
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
21Before I go, and return not, Unto a land of darkness and death-shade,
17Because 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.
18Why `is' this? from the womb I have come out, To see labour and sorrow, Yea, consumed in shame are my days!
13O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
9That God would please -- and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!
10And 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.
11What `is' my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?
3Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that hath said: `A man-child hath been conceived.'
19Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
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.
11I 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.
12My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
1My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
8Thy hands have taken pains about me, And they make me together round about, And Thou swallowest me up!
9Remember, I pray Thee, That as clay Thou hast made me, And unto dust Thou dost bring me back.
10Dost Thou not as milk pour me out? And as cheese curdle me?
14Cursed `is' the day in which I was born, The day that my mother bare me, Let it not be blessed!
16I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days `are' vanity.
9For thou `art' He bringing me forth from the womb, Causing me to trust, On the breasts of my mother.
10On Thee I have been cast from the womb, From the belly of my mother Thou `art' my God.
10Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
10He breaketh me down round about, and I go, And removeth like a tree my hope.
12I have been forgotten as dead out of mind, I have been as a perishing vessel.
19And I `am' as a trained lamb brought to slaughter, And I have not known That against me they have devised devices: We destroy the tree with its food, and cut him off From the land of the living, And his name is not remembered again.
13If I wait -- Sheol `is' my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.
15And where `is' now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
6In dark places He hath caused me to dwell, As the dead of old.
2Who doth make me as `in' months past, As `in' the days of God's preserving me?
17And Thou castest off from peace my soul, I have forgotten prosperity.
19Wo to me for my breaking, Grievious hath been my smiting, And I said, Only, this `is' my sickness, and I bear it.
47Remember, I pray Thee, what `is' life-time? Wherefore in vain hast Thou created All the sons of men?
17For I have not been cut off before darkness, And before me He covered thick darkness.
29I -- I am become wicked; why `is' this? `In' vain I labour.
8The eye of my beholder beholdeth me not. Thine eyes `are' upon me -- and I am not.
21Thou 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!
6My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.
10For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.
4I have been reckoned with those going down `to' the pit, I have been as a man without strength.
15Did not He that made me in the womb make him? Yea, prepare us in the womb doth One.
21Perfect I am! -- I know not my soul, I despise my life.
22When a few years do come, Then a path I return not do I go.
13Is not my help with me, And substance driven from me?
15-- What do I say? seeing He said to me, And He Himself hath wrought, I go softly all my years for the bitterness of my soul.