Job 18:14
Drawn from his tent is his confidence, And it causeth him to step to the king of terrors.
Drawn from his tent is his confidence, And it causeth him to step to the king of terrors.
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15 It dwelleth in his tent -- out of his provender, Scattered over his habitation is sulphur.
16 From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above cut off is his crop.
17 His memorial hath perished from the land, And he hath no name on the street.
18 They thrust him from light unto darkness, And from the habitable earth cast him out.
19 He hath no continuator, Nor successor among his people, And none is remaining in his dwellings.
20 At this day westerns have been astonished And easterns have taken fright.
10 Hidden in the earth is his cord, And his trap on the path.
11 Round about terrified him have terrors, And they have scattered him -- at his feet.
12 Hungry is his sorrow, And calamity is ready at his side.
13 It consumeth the parts of his skin, Consume his parts doth death's first-born.
5 Also, the light of the wicked is extinguished. And there doth not shine a spark of his fire.
6 The light hath been dark in his tent, And his lamp over him is extinguished.
7 Straitened are the steps of his strength, And cast him down doth his own counsel.
26 All darkness is hid for his treasures, Consume him doth a fire not blown, Broken is the remnant in his tent.
27 Reveal do the heavens his iniquity, And earth is raising itself against him.
28 And he inhabiteth cities cut off, houses not dwelt in, That have been ready to become heaps.
29 He is not rich, nor doth his wealth rise, Nor doth he stretch out on earth their continuance.
30 He turneth not aside from darkness, His tender branch doth a flame dry up, And he turneth aside at the breath of His mouth!
31 Let him not put credence in vanity, He hath been deceived, For vanity is his recompence.
14 Whose confidence is loathsome, And the house of a spider his trust.
15 He leaneth on his house -- and it standeth not: He taketh hold on it -- and it abideth not.
21 A fearful voice `is' in his ears, In peace doth a destroyer come to him.
20 Overtake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind.
24 Terrify him do adversity and distress, They prevail over him As a king ready for a boaster.
5 Also -- God doth break thee down for ever, Taketh thee, and pulleth thee out of the tent, And He hath uprooted thee Out of the land of the living. Selah.
21 His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen!
22 And draw near to the pit doth his soul, And his life to those causing death.
9 Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down?
15 Therefore suddenly cometh his calamity, Instantly he is broken -- and no healing.
32 And he -- to the graves he is brought. And over the heap a watch is kept.
11 The house of the wicked is destroyed, And the tent of the upright flourisheth.
10 He turneth not again to his house, Nor doth his place discern him again.
22 And hath drawn the mighty by his power, He riseth, and none believeth in life.
23 He giveth to him confidence, and he is supported, And his eyes `are' on their ways.
19 How have they become a desolation as in a moment, They have been ended -- consumed from terrors.
10 Therefore round about thee `are' snares, And trouble thee doth fear suddenly.
15 Only -- unto Sheol thou art brought down, Unto the sides of the pit.
20 Turning aside the lip of the stedfast, And the reason of the aged He taketh away.
20 Forget him doth the womb, Sweeten `on' him doth the worm, No more is he remembered, And broken as a tree is wickedness.
11 His bones have been full of his youth, And with him on the dust it lieth down.
18 He hath built as a moth his house, And as a booth a watchman hath made.
22 Removing deep things out of darkness, And He bringeth out to light death-shade.
6 Is not thy reverence thy confidence? Thy hope -- the perfection of thy ways?
10 He breaketh me down round about, and I go, And removeth like a tree my hope.
20 His own eyes see his destruction, And of the wrath of the Mighty he drinketh.
7 `Lo, the man who maketh not God his strong place, And trusteth in the abundance of his riches, He is strong in his mischiefs.'
2 As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not.
5 Let darkness and death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud tabernacle upon it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days.
23 For a dread unto me `is' calamity `from' God, And because of His excellency I am not able.
25 Be not afraid of sudden fear, And of the desolation of the wicked when it cometh.