Job 18:16
From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above cut off is his crop.
From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above cut off is his crop.
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17His memorial hath perished from the land, And he hath no name on the street.
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.
29He is not rich, nor doth his wealth rise, Nor doth he stretch out on earth their continuance.
30He turneth not aside from darkness, His tender branch doth a flame dry up, And he turneth aside at the breath of His mouth!
32Not in his day is it completed, And his bending branch is not green.
33He shaketh off as a vine his unripe fruit, And casteth off as an olive his blossom.
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.
7For there is of a tree hope, if it be cut down, That again it doth change, That its tender branch doth not cease.
8If its root becometh old in the earth, And its stem doth die in the dust,
9From the fragrance of water it doth flourish, And hath made a crop as a plant.
15He leaneth on his house -- and it standeth not: He taketh hold on it -- and it abideth not.
16Green he `is' before the sun, And over his garden his branch goeth out.
17By a heap his roots are wrapped, A house of stones he looketh for.
18If `one' doth destroy him from his place, Then it hath feigned concerning him, I have not seen thee!
9Say: Thus said the Lord Jehovah: It prospereth -- its roots doth he not draw out, And its fruit cut off, and it is withered? `In' all the leaves of its springing it withereth, And not by great strength, and by a numerous people, To lift it up by its roots.
10And lo, the planted thing -- doth it prosper? When come against it doth the east wind, Doth it not utterly wither? On the furrows of its springing it withereth.'
16Burnt with fire -- cut down, From the rebuke of Thy face they perish.
11I give him into the hand of a god of nations, He dealeth sorely with him, In his wickedness I have cast him out.
12And cut him off do strangers, The terrible of nations, and they leave him, On the mountains and in all valleys have his thin shoots fallen, And broken are his boughs at all streams of the land, And go down from his shade do all peoples of the land, and they leave him.
13On his ruin dwell do all fowls of the heavens, And on his boughs have been all the beasts of the field,
14In order that none of the trees of the waters May become haughty because of their stature, Nor give their foliage between thickets, Nor any drinking waters stand up unto them in their haughtiness, For all of them are given up to death, Unto the earth -- the lower part, In the midst of the sons of men, Unto those going down to the pit.
5Also, the light of the wicked is extinguished. And there doth not shine a spark of his fire.
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.
5For before harvest, when the flower is perfect, And the blossom is producing unripe fruit, Then hath `one' cut the sprigs with pruning hooks, And the branches he hath turned aside, cut down.
12While it `is' in its budding -- uncropt, Even before any herb it withereth.
12And it is plucked up in fury, To the earth it hath been cast, And the east wind hath dried up its fruit, Broken and withered hath been the rod of its strength, Fire hath consumed it.
24Yea, they have not been planted, Yea, they have not been sown, Yea, not taking root in the earth is their stock, And also He hath blown upon them, and they wither, And a whirlwind as stubble taketh them away.
5Also -- 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.
20Forget him doth the womb, Sweeten `on' him doth the worm, No more is he remembered, And broken as a tree is wickedness.
14He is calling mightily, and thus hath said, Cut down the tree, and cut off its branches, shake off its leaves, and scatter its budding, move away let the beast from under it, and the birds from off its branches;
15but the stump of its roots leave in the earth, even with a band of iron and brass, in the tender grass of the field, and with the dew of the heavens is it wet, and with the beasts `is' his portion in the herb of the earth;
22And the wicked from the earth are cut off, And treacherous dealers plucked out of it!
8And hath been as a tree planted by waters, And by a rivulet he sendeth forth his roots, And he doth not see when heat cometh, And his leaf hath been green, And in a year of dearth he is not sorrowful, Nor doth he cease from making fruit.
10Their fruit from earth Thou destroyest, And their seed from the sons of men.
13His posterity is for cutting off, In another generation is their name blotted out.
6Grievous hath been the sword in his cities, And it hath ended his bars, and consumed -- from their own counsels.
9Before your pots discern the bramble, As well the raw as the heated He whirleth away.
26All darkness is hid for his treasures, Consume him doth a fire not blown, Broken is the remnant in his tent.
27Reveal do the heavens his iniquity, And earth is raising itself against him.
7It hath made my vine become a desolation, And my fig-tree become a chip, It hath made it thoroughly bare, and hath cast down, Made white have been its branches.
6And he hath been as a naked thing in a desert, And doth not see when good cometh, And hath inhabited parched places in a wilderness, A salt land, and not inhabited.
9In that day are the cities of his strength As the forsaken thing of the forest, And the branch that they have left, Because of the sons of Israel, It also hath been a desolation.
6And it springeth up, and becometh a spreading vine, humble of stature, To turn its thin shoots toward itself, And its roots are under it, And it becometh a vine, and maketh boughs, And sendeth forth beauteous branches.
10He breaketh me down round about, and I go, And removeth like a tree my hope.
14And go forth doth fire from a rod of its boughs, Its fruit it hath devoured, And it hath no rod of strength -- a sceptre to rule, Lamentation it `is' -- and it is for a lamentation!'
15Though he among brethren produceth fruit, Come in doth an east wind, a wind of Jehovah, From a wilderness it is coming up, And it drieth up his fountain, And become dry doth his spring, It -- it spoileth a treasure -- every desirable vessel.
19My root is open unto the waters, And dew doth lodge on my branch.