Job 27:16
If he heap up as dust silver, And as clay prepare clothing,
If he heap up as dust silver, And as clay prepare clothing,
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17He prepareth -- and the righteous putteth `it' on, And the silver the innocent doth apportion.
18He hath built as a moth his house, And as a booth a watchman hath made.
19Rich he lieth down, and he is not gathered, His eyes he hath opened, and he is not.
20Overtake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind.
15His remnant in death are buried, And his widows do not weep.
24So as to set on the dust a defence, And on a rock of the valleys a covering.
25And the Mighty hath been thy defence, And silver `is' strength to thee.
6Do not these -- all of them -- against him a simile taken up, And a moral of acute sayings for him, And say, Wo `to' him who is multiplying `what is' not his? Till when also is he multiplying to himself heavy pledges?
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.
14With kings and counsellors of earth, These building wastes for themselves.
15Or with princes -- they have gold, They are filling their houses `with' silver.
6Only, in an image doth each walk habitually, Only, `in' vain, they are disquieted, He heapeth up and knoweth not who gathereth them.
38In the hardening of dust into hardness, And clods cleave together?
14It turneth itself as clay of a seal And they station themselves as clothed.
10His sons do the poor oppress, And his hands give back his wealth.
11His bones have been full of his youth, And with him on the dust it lieth down.
19Their silver into out-places they cast, And their gold impurity becometh. Their silver and their gold is not able to deliver them, In a day of the wrath of Jehovah, Their soul they do not satisfy, And their bowels they do not fill, For the stumbling-block of their iniquity it hath been.
19Doth He value thy riches? He hath gold, and all the forces of power.
1Surely there is for silver a source, And a place for the gold they refine;
9Spread-out silver from Tarshish is brought, And gold from Uphaz, Work of an artizan, and of the hands of a refiner, Blue and purple `is' their clothing, Work of the skilful -- all of them.
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.
26Together -- on the dust they lie down, And the worm doth cover them over.
4Take away dross from silver, And a vessel for the refiner goeth forth,
15Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
21A refining pot `is' for silver, and a furnace for gold, And a man according to his praise.
7There is who is making himself rich, and hath nothing, Who is making himself poor, and wealth `is' abundant.
6A place of the sapphire `are' its stones, And it hath dust of gold.
19Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
10Whoso is loving silver is not satisfied `with' silver, nor he who is in love with stores `with' increase. Even this `is' vanity.
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.
19Also -- the inhabitants of houses of clay, (Whose foundation `is' in the dust, They bruise them before a moth.)
11A partridge hatching, and not bringing forth, `Is' one making wealth, and not by right, In the midst of his days he doth forsake it, And in his latter end -- he is a fool.
2your riches have rotted, and your garments have become moth-eaten;
3your gold and silver have rotted, and the rust of them for a testimony shall be to you, and shall eat your flesh as fire. Ye made treasure in the last days!
12Your remembrances `are' similes of ashes, For high places of clay your heights.
14And that wealth hath been lost in an evil business, and he hath begotten a son and there is nothing in his hand!
27He reckoneth iron as straw, brass as rotten wood.
29He putteth in the dust his mouth, if so be there is hope.
34Is it not laid up with Me? Sealed among My treasures?
21so `is' he who is treasuring up to himself, and is not rich toward God.'
24Surely not against the heap Doth He send forth the hand, Though in its ruin they have safety.
6-- They are pouring out gold from a bag, And silver on the beam they weigh, They hire a refiner, and he maketh it a god, They fall down, yea, they bow themselves.
23He giveth to him confidence, and he is supported, And his eyes `are' on their ways.
3And Tyre doth build a bulwark to herself, And doth heap silver as dust, And gold as mire of out-places.
18He is giving back `what' he laboured for, And doth not consume `it'; As a bulwark `is' his exchange, and he exults not.
27And Hezekiah hath riches and honour very much, and treasures he hath made to himself of silver, and of gold, and of precious stone, and of spices, and of shields, and of all `kinds' of desirable vessels,