Job 24:20
Forget him doth the womb, Sweeten `on' him doth the worm, No more is he remembered, And broken as a tree is wickedness.
Forget him doth the womb, Sweeten `on' him doth the worm, No more is he remembered, And broken as a tree is wickedness.
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21Treating evil the barren `who' beareth not, And `to' the widow he doth no good,
16From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above cut off is his crop.
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.
18Light he `is' on the face of the waters, Vilified is their portion in the earth, He turneth not the way of vineyards.
19Drought -- also heat -- consume snow-waters, Sheol `those who' have sinned.
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.
20Thou art not united with them in burial, For thy land thou hast destroyed, Thy people thou hast slain, Not named to the age is the seed of evil doers.
16Then hath that man been as the cities, That Jehovah overthrew, and repented not, And he hath heard a cry at morning, And a shout at time of noon.
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.
11His bones have been full of his youth, And with him on the dust it lieth down.
12Though he doth sweeten evil in his mouth, Doth hide it under his tongue,
15His remnant in death are buried, And his widows do not weep.
21His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen!
10He turneth not again to his house, Nor doth his place discern him again.
7As his own dung for ever he doth perish, His beholders say: `Where `is' he?'
8As a dream he fleeth, and they find him not, And he is driven away as a vision of the night,
9The eye hath not seen him, and addeth not. And not again doth his place behold him.
28And he inhabiteth cities cut off, houses not dwelt in, That have been ready to become heaps.
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!
32And he -- to the graves he is brought. And over the heap a watch is kept.
25And this `one' dieth with a bitter soul, And have not eaten with gladness.
26Together -- on the dust they lie down, And the worm doth cover them over.
10The wicked seeth, and hath been angry, His teeth he gnasheth, and hath melted, The desire of the wicked doth perish!
13Pangs of a travailing woman come to him, He `is' a son not wise, For he remaineth not the time for the breaking forth of sons.
13It consumeth the parts of his skin, Consume his parts doth death's first-born.
14Drawn from his tent is his confidence, And it causeth him to step to the king of terrors.
20For he hath not known ease in his belly. With his desirable thing he delivereth not himself.
21There is not a remnant to his food, Therefore his good doth not stay.
8If its root becometh old in the earth, And its stem doth die in the dust,
20`All days of the wicked he is paining himself, And few years have been laid up for the terrible one.
8As a snail that melteth he goeth on, `As' an untimely birth of a woman, They have not seen the sun.
4Of painful deaths they die, They are not lamented, nor are they buried, For dung on the face of the ground they are, And by sword and by famine are consumed, And their carcase hath been for food To the fowl of the heavens, And to the beast of the earth.
10And yet a little, and the wicked is not, And thou hast considered his place, and it is not.
20There is not thence any more a suckling of days, And an aged man who doth not complete his days, For the youth a hundred years old dieth, And the sinner, a hundred years old, is lightly esteemed.
12And man hath lain down, and riseth not, Till the wearing out of the heavens they awake not, Nor are roused from their sleep.
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.
15And she forgetteth that a foot may press it, And a beast of the field tread it down.
28And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.
17He looketh not on rivulets, Flowing of brooks of honey and butter.
32Not in his day is it completed, And his bending branch is not green.
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.
22Only -- his flesh for him is pained, And his soul for him doth mourn.'
14To corruption I have called: -- `Thou `art' my father.' `My mother' and `my sister' -- to the worm.
17There the wicked have ceased troubling, And there rest do the wearied in power.
16Ephraim hath been smitten, Their root hath dried up, fruit they yield not, Yea, though they bring forth, I have put to death the desired of their womb.
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.