Job 27:15
His remnant in death are buried, And his widows do not weep.
His remnant in death are buried, And his widows do not weep.
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14If his sons multiply -- for them `is' a sword. And his offspring `are' not satisfied `with' bread.
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.
20At this day westerns have been astonished And easterns have taken fright.
9His sons are fatherless, and his wife a widow.
10And wander continually do his sons, Yea, they have begged, And have sought out of their dry places.
16If he heap up as dust silver, And as clay prepare clothing,
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.
33Sweet to him have been the clods of the valley, And after him every man he draweth, And before him there is no numbering.
21There is not a remnant to his food, Therefore his good doth not stay.
17For at his death he receiveth nothing, His honour goeth not down after him.
20Forget him doth the womb, Sweeten `on' him doth the worm, No more is he remembered, And broken as a tree is wickedness.
21Treating evil the barren `who' beareth not, And `to' the widow he doth no good,
64His priests by the sword have fallen, And their widows weep not.
24Surely not against the heap Doth He send forth the hand, Though in its ruin they have safety.
19Rich he lieth down, and he is not gathered, His eyes he hath opened, and he is not.
6And died have great and small in this land, They are not buried, and none lament for them, Nor doth any cut himself, nor become bald for them.
7Nor do they deal out to them for mourning, To comfort him concerning the dead, Nor cause them to drink a cup of consolations For his father and for his mother.
10He turneth not again to his house, Nor doth his place discern him again.
21Therefore, give up their sons to famine, And cause them to run on the sides of the sword, And their wives are bereaved and widows, And their men are slain by death, Their young men smitten by sword in battle,
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.
19It cometh to the generation of his fathers, For ever they see not the light.
14And that wealth hath been lost in an evil business, and he hath begotten a son and there is nothing in his hand!
3For thus said Jehovah, Of the sons and of the daughters who are born in this place, And of their mothers -- those bearing them, And of their fathers -- those begetting them in this land:
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.
22Only -- his flesh for him is pained, And his soul for him doth mourn.'
11Leave thine orphans -- I do keep alive, And thy widows -- on Me trust ye,
24and Mine anger hath burned, and I have slain you by the sword, and your wives have been widows, and your sons orphans.
8Its widows have been more to Me than the sand of the seas, I brought in to them -- against the mother -- A young man -- a spoiler -- at noon. I caused to fall upon her suddenly, wrath and trouble.
9Languished hath the bearer of seven, She hath breathed out her spirit, Gone in hath her sun while yet day, It hath been ashamed and confounded, And their residue to the sword I give up before their enemies, An affirmation of Jehovah.
10Ye do not weep for the dead, nor bemoan for him, Weep ye sore for the traveller, For he doth not return again, Nor hath he seen the land of his birth.
3If a man doth beget a hundred, and live many years, and is great, because they are the days of his years, and his soul is not satisfied from the goodness, and also he hath not had a grave, I have said, `Better than he `is' the untimely birth.'
9The eye hath not seen him, and addeth not. And not again doth his place behold him.
10His sons do the poor oppress, And his hands give back his wealth.
11The violence hath risen to a rod of wickedness, There is none of them, nor of their multitude, Nor of their noise, nor is there wailing for them.
9Widows thou hast sent away empty, And the arms of the fatherless are bruised.
25And this `one' dieth with a bitter soul, And have not eaten with gladness.
31and the third took her, and in like manner also the seven -- they left not children, and they died;
21and the second took her, and died, neither left he seed, and the third in like manner,
16And the people to whom they are prophesying, Are cast into out-places of Jerusalem, Because of the famine, and of the sword, And they have none burying them, Them, their wives, and their sons, and their daughters, And I have poured out upon them this evil.
21For what `is' his delight in his house after him, And the number of his months cut off?
26All darkness is hid for his treasures, Consume him doth a fire not blown, Broken is the remnant in his tent.
33`And the man I cut not off of thine from Mine altar, `is' to consume thine eyes, and to grieve thy soul; and all the increase of thy house do die men;
16Sheol, and a restrained womb, Earth -- it `is' not satisfied `with' water, And fire -- it hath not said, `Sufficiency,'
12For though they nourish their sons, I have made them childless -- without man, Surely also, wo to them, when I turn aside from them.