Job 14:13
O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
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14 If a man dieth -- doth he revive? All days of my warfare I wait, till my change come.
15 Thou dost call, and I -- I answer Thee; To the work of Thy hands Thou hast desire.
13 If I wait -- Sheol `is' my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.
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!
12 And man hath lain down, and riseth not, Till the wearing out of the heavens they awake not, Nor are roused from their sleep.
18 And why from the womb Hast Thou brought me forth? I expire, and the eye doth not see me.
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,
1 To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Till when, O Jehovah, Dost Thou forget me? -- for ever? Till when dost Thou hide Thy face from me?
1 My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
24 Why dost Thou hide Thy face? And reckonest me for an enemy to Thee?
14 Why, O Jehovah, castest Thou off my soul? Thou hidest Thy face from me.
46 Till when, O Jehovah, art Thou hidden? For ever doth Thy fury burn as fire?
47 Remember, I pray Thee, what `is' life-time? Wherefore in vain hast Thou created All the sons of men?
48 Who `is' the man that liveth, and doth not see death? He delivereth his soul from the hand of Sheol. Selah.
14 From the hand of Sheol I do ransom them, From death I redeem them, Where `is' thy plague, O death? Where thy destruction, O Sheol? Repentance is hid from Mine eyes.
19 Who `is' he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
20 Only two things, O God, do with me: Then from Thy face I am not hidden.
13 Look from me, and I brighten up before I go and am not!
3 For an enemy hath pursued my soul, He hath bruised to the earth my life, He hath caused me to dwell in dark places, As the dead of old.
5 For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee?
7 Haste, answer me, O Jehovah, My spirit hath been consumed, Hide not Thou Thy face from me, Or I have been compared with those going down `to' the pit.
21 Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures.
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.
3 Also -- on this Thou hast opened Thine eyes, And dost bring me into judgment with Thee.
14 Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?
15 Lo, He doth slay me -- I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue.
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.
23 For I have known To death Thou dost bring me back, And `to' the house appointed for all living.
6 In dark places He hath caused me to dwell, As the dead of old.
8 O that my request may come, That God may grant my hope!
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.
3 O that I had known -- and I find Him, I come in unto His seat,
13 To give rest to him from days of evil, While a pit is digged for the wicked.
17 O Jehovah, let me not be ashamed, For I have called Thee, let the wicked be ashamed, Let them become silent to Sheol.
15 And where `is' now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
16 `To' the parts of Sheol ye go down, If together on the dust we may rest.
9 `What gain `is' in my blood? In my going down unto corruption? Doth dust thank Thee? doth it declare Thy truth?
13 For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept -- then there is rest to me,
17 And Thou castest off from peace my soul, I have forgotten prosperity.
3 Jehovah, Thou hast brought up from Sheol my soul, Thou hast kept me alive, From going down `to' the pit.
12 My 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.
15 Only, God doth ransom my soul from the hand of Sheol, For He doth receive me. Selah.
6 Thou hast put me in the lowest pit, In dark places, in depths.
5 For He hideth me in a tabernacle in the day of evil, He hideth me in a secret place of His tent, On a rock he raiseth me up.
17 For I have not been cut off before darkness, And before me He covered thick darkness.