Job 17:14
To corruption I have called: -- `Thou `art' my father.' `My mother' and `my sister' -- to the worm.
To corruption I have called: -- `Thou `art' my father.' `My mother' and `my sister' -- to the worm.
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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.
13If I wait -- Sheol `is' my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.
1My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
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.
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!
18And why from the womb Hast Thou brought me forth? I expire, and the eye doth not see me.
19As I had not been, I am, From the belly to the grave I am brought,
17And Thou castest off from peace my soul, I have forgotten prosperity.
18And I say, Perished hath my strength and my hope from Jehovah.
19Remember my affliction and my mourning, Wormwood and gall!
28And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.
26And after my skin hath compassed this `body', Then from my flesh I see God:
20Forget him doth the womb, Sweeten `on' him doth the worm, No more is he remembered, And broken as a tree is wickedness.
6And I `am' a worm, and no man, A reproach of man, and despised of the people.
15Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
8Let me sow -- and another eat, And my products let be rooted out.
6How much less man -- a grub, And the son of man -- a worm!
15If I have said, `I recount thus,' Lo, a generation of Thy sons I have deceived.
31Then in corruption Thou dost dip me, And my garments have abominated me.
13O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
19Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
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!
14Cursed `is' the day in which I was born, The day that my mother bare me, Let it not be blessed!
16(Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants -- they have not seen light.)
19And -- thou hast been cast out of thy grave, As an abominable branch, raiment of the slain, Thrust through ones of the sword, Going down unto the sons of the pit, As a carcase trodden down.
18(But from my youth He grew up with me as `with' a father, And from the belly of my mother I am led.)
4He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
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.
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
3Also -- on this Thou hast opened Thine eyes, And dost bring me into judgment with Thee.
4Hast thou not henceforth called to Me, `My father, Thou `art' the leader of my youth?
14From 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.
6In dark places He hath caused me to dwell, As the dead of old.
14Ceased have my neighbours And my familiar friends have forgotten me,
26Together -- on the dust they lie down, And the worm doth cover them over.
6To the cuttings of mountains I have come down, The earth, her bars `are' behind me to the age. And Thou bringest up from the pit my life, O Jehovah my God.
18Also sucklings have despised me, I rise, and they speak against me.
19Abominate me do all the men of my counsel, And those I have loved, Have been turned against me.
20I 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?
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!
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.
11Brought down to Sheol hath been thine excellency, The noise of thy psaltery, Under thee spread out hath been the worm, Yea, covering thee is the worm.
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.
17Sealed up in a bag `is' my transgression, And Thou sewest up mine iniquity.
5Lo, in iniquity I have been brought forth, And in sin doth my mother conceive me.
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.