Job 27:8
For what `is' the hope of the profane, When He doth cut off? When God doth cast off his soul?
For what `is' the hope of the profane, When He doth cut off? When God doth cast off his soul?
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12 While it `is' in its budding -- uncropt, Even before any herb it withereth.
13 So `are' the paths of all forgetting God, And the hope of the profane doth perish,
14 Whose confidence is loathsome, And the house of a spider his trust.
9 His cry doth God hear, When distress cometh on him?
5 That the singing of the wicked `is' short, And the joy of the profane for a moment,
7 In the death of a wicked man, hope perisheth, And the expectation of the iniquitous hath been lost.
8 The righteous from distress is drawn out, And the wicked goeth in instead of him.
15 Lo, He doth slay me -- I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue.
16 Also -- He `is' to me for salvation, For the profane cometh not before Him.
15 And where `is' now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
9 Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down?
30 From the reigning of a profane man, From the snares of a people;
28 The hope of the righteous `is' joyful, And the expectation of the wicked perisheth.
20 And the eyes of the wicked are consumed, And refuge hath perished from them, And their hope `is' a breathing out of soul!
8 Astonished are the upright at this, And the innocent against the profane Stirreth himself up.
6 Only, in an image doth each walk habitually, Only, `in' vain, they are disquieted, He heapeth up and knoweth not who gathereth them.
7 And, now, what have I expected? O Lord, my hope -- it `is' of Thee.
32 In his wickedness is the wicked driven away, And trustful in his death `is' the righteous.
16 And there is hope to the poor, And perverseness hath shut her mouth.
9 For he hath said, `It doth not profit a man, When he delighteth himself with God.'
21 For what `is' his delight in his house after him, And the number of his months cut off?
11 What `is' my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?
6 And the righteous see, And fear, and laugh at him.
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.'
7 As the wicked is my enemy, And my withstander as the perverse.
34 For the company of the profane `is' gloomy, And fire hath consumed tents of bribery.
6 Is not thy reverence thy confidence? Thy hope -- the perfection of thy ways?
20 Why giveth He to the miserable light, and life to the bitter soul?
21 Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures.
17 Therefore, over its young men the Lord rejoiceth not, And its orphans, and its widows He pitieth not, For every one `is' profane, and an evil doer, And every mouth is speaking folly. With all this not turned back hath His anger, And still His hand is stretched out.
28 He hath ransomed my soul From going over into the pit, And my life on the light looketh.'
14 Drawn from his tent is his confidence, And it causeth him to step to the king of terrors.
22 And draw near to the pit doth his soul, And his life to those causing death.
36 for what shall it profit a man, if he may gain the whole world, and forfeit his life?
13 And the profane in heart set the face, They cry not when He hath bound them.
47 Remember, I pray Thee, what `is' life-time? Wherefore in vain hast Thou created All the sons of men?
48 Who `is' the man that liveth, and doth not see death? He delivereth his soul from the hand of Sheol. Selah.
31 Let him not put credence in vanity, He hath been deceived, For vanity is his recompence.
29 I -- I am become wicked; why `is' this? `In' vain I labour.
13 This `is' the portion of wicked man with God, And the inheritance of terrible ones From the Mighty they receive.
13 And good is not to the wicked, and he doth not prolong days as a shadow, because he is not fearing before God.
1 My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
18 And I say, Perished hath my strength and my hope from Jehovah.
19 So `are' the paths of every gainer of dishonest gain, The life of its owners it taketh.
18 For, is there a posterity? Then thy hope is not cut off.
27 Reveal do the heavens his iniquity, And earth is raising itself against him.
29 He putteth in the dust his mouth, if so be there is hope.
22 And hath drawn the mighty by his power, He riseth, and none believeth in life.
19 Rich he lieth down, and he is not gathered, His eyes he hath opened, and he is not.
5 O the happiness of him Who hath the God of Jacob for his help, His hope `is' on Jehovah his God,