Job 17:1
My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
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3For all the while my breath `is' in me, And the spirit of God in my nostrils.
9Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
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.
11My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
3For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.
15And my soul chooseth strangling, Death rather than my bones.
16I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days `are' vanity.
13If I wait -- Sheol `is' my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.
14To corruption I have called: -- `Thou `art' my father.' `My mother' and `my sister' -- to the worm.
15And 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.
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.
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
3For 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.
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
18He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.
2If not -- mockeries `are' with me. And in their provocations mine eye lodgeth.
22And draw near to the pit doth his soul, And his life to those causing death.
15Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
13O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
3For my soul hath been full of evils, And my life hath come to Sheol.
4I have been reckoned with those going down `to' the pit, I have been as a man without strength.
16And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
11My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.
16My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids `is' death-shade.
1My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
5Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,
6My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.
7Remember Thou that my life `is' a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.
17For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
10My heart `is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.
19Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
18And why from the womb Hast Thou brought me forth? I expire, and the eye doth not see me.
7And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
11Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.
47Remember, I pray Thee, what `is' life-time? Wherefore in vain hast Thou created All the sons of men?
4My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.
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.
17My spirit is strange to my wife, And my favours to the sons of my `mother's' womb.
7Haste, 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.
4`Cause me to know, O Jehovah, mine end, And the measure of my days -- what it `is',' I know how frail I `am'.
19Who `is' he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
28And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.
18And I say, Perished hath my strength and my hope from Jehovah.
10And a man dieth, and becometh weak, And man expireth, and where `is' he?
4His spirit goeth forth, he returneth to his earth, In that day have his thoughts perished.
6In dark places He hath caused me to dwell, As the dead of old.
24For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.
20See, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, My bowels have been troubled, Turned hath been my heart in my midst, For I have greatly provoked, From without bereaved hath the sword, In the house `it is' as death.
7Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,