Job 18:13
It consumeth the parts of his skin, Consume his parts doth death's first-born.
It consumeth the parts of his skin, Consume his parts doth death's first-born.
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11Round about terrified him have terrors, And they have scattered him -- at his feet.
12Hungry is his sorrow, And calamity is ready at his side.
14Drawn from his tent is his confidence, And it causeth him to step to the king of terrors.
15It dwelleth in his tent -- out of his provender, Scattered over his habitation is sulphur.
16From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above cut off is his crop.
19And he hath been reproved With pain on his bed, And the strife of his bones `is' enduring.
20And his life hath nauseated bread, And his soul desirable food.
21His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen!
22And draw near to the pit doth his soul, And his life to those causing death.
21There is not a remnant to his food, Therefore his good doth not stay.
22In the fulness of his sufficiency he is straitened. Every perverse hand doth meet him.
23It cometh to pass, at the filling of his belly, He sendeth forth against him The fierceness of His anger, Yea, He raineth on him in his eating.
24He fleeth from an iron weapon, Pass through him doth a bow of brass.
25One hath drawn, And it cometh out from the body, And a glittering weapon from his gall proceedeth. On him `are' terrors.
26All darkness is hid for his treasures, Consume him doth a fire not blown, Broken is the remnant in his tent.
36And He smiteth every first-born in their land, The first-fruit of all their strength,
28And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.
30He turneth not aside from darkness, His tender branch doth a flame dry up, And he turneth aside at the breath of His mouth!
15There consume thee doth a fire, Cut thee off doth a sword, It doth consume thee as a cankerworm! Make thyself heavy as the cankerworm, Make thyself heavy as the locust.
16Gall of asps he sucketh, Slay him doth the tongue of a viper.
30And delighted have the first-born of the poor, And the needy in confidence lie down, And I have put to death with famine thy root, And thy remnant it slayeth.
24Exhausted by famine, And consumed by heat, and bitter destruction. And the teeth of beasts I send upon them, With poison of fearful things of the dust.
25Without bereave doth the sword, And at the inner-chambers -- fear, Both youth and virgin, Suckling with man of grey hair.
6The light hath been dark in his tent, And his lamp over him is extinguished.
7Straitened are the steps of his strength, And cast him down doth his own counsel.
14His food in his bowels is turned, The bitterness of asps `is' in his heart.
22Only -- his flesh for him is pained, And his soul for him doth mourn.'
21A fearful voice `is' in his ears, In peace doth a destroyer come to him.
20Forget him doth the womb, Sweeten `on' him doth the worm, No more is he remembered, And broken as a tree is wickedness.
11His bones have been full of his youth, And with him on the dust it lieth down.
18And the honour of his forest, and his fruitful field, From soul even unto flesh He doth consume, And it hath been as the fainting of a standard-bearer.
19From the fulness of its passing over it taketh you, For morning by morning it passeth over, By day and by night, And it hath been only a trembling to consider the report.
4He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
12We swallow them as Sheol -- alive, And whole -- as those going down `to' the pit,
24Terrify him do adversity and distress, They prevail over him As a king ready for a boaster.
20His own eyes see his destruction, And of the wrath of the Mighty he drinketh.
18They thrust him from light unto darkness, And from the habitable earth cast him out.
19He hath no continuator, Nor successor among his people, And none is remaining in his dwellings.
20And cutteth down on the right, and hath been hungry, And he devoureth on the left, And they have not been satisfied, Each the flesh of his own arm they devour.
22In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult.
26and those eating his portion of food destroy him, and his force overfloweth, and fallen have many wounded.
13Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
14He breaketh me -- breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one.
38and ye have perished among the nations, and the land of your enemies hath consumed you.
28And he inhabiteth cities cut off, houses not dwelt in, That have been ready to become heaps.
5Let darkness and death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud tabernacle upon it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days.
13I have set `Him' till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
14As sheep for Sheol they have set themselves, Death doth afflict them, And the upright rule over them in the morning, And their form `is' for consumption. Sheol `is' a dwelling for him.
5and every first-born in the land of Egypt hath died, from the first-born of Pharaoh who is sitting on his throne, unto the first-born of the maid-servant who `is' behind the millstones, and all the first-born of beasts;
20`In' a moment they die, and at midnight Shake do people, and they pass away, And they remove the mighty without hand.