Job 3:11
Why from the womb do I not die? From the belly I have come forth and gasp!
Why from the womb do I not die? From the belly I have come forth and gasp!
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12Wherefore have knees been before me? And what `are' breasts, that I suck?
13For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept -- then there is rest to me,
18And why from the womb Hast Thou brought me forth? I expire, and the eye doth not see me.
19As I had not been, I am, From the belly to the grave I am brought,
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
9Let the stars of its twilight be dark, Let it wait for light, and there is none, And let it not look on the eyelids of the dawn.
10Because it hath not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from mine eyes.
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.
18Why `is' this? from the womb I have come out, To see labour and sorrow, Yea, consumed in shame are my days!
16(Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants -- they have not seen light.)
2And Job answereth and saith: --
3Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that hath said: `A man-child hath been conceived.'
14Cursed `is' the day in which I was born, The day that my mother bare me, Let it not be blessed!
14Then what do I do when God ariseth? And when He doth inspect, What do I answer Him?
15Did not He that made me in the womb make him? Yea, prepare us in the womb doth One.
16If I withhold from pleasure the poor, And the eyes of the widow do consume,
9For thou `art' He bringing me forth from the womb, Causing me to trust, On the breasts of my mother.
10On Thee I have been cast from the womb, From the belly of my mother Thou `art' my God.
6By Thee I have been supported from the womb, From my mother's bowels Thou dost cut me out, In Thee `is' my praise continually.
15And my soul chooseth strangling, Death rather than my bones.
16I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days `are' vanity.
13O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
5Lo, in iniquity I have been brought forth, And in sin doth my mother conceive me.
11Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.
12A sea-`monster' am I, or a dragon, That thou settest over me a guard?
21and I rise in the morning to suckle my son, and lo, dead; and I consider concerning it in the morning, and lo, it was not my son whom I did bear.'
1My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
10`I -- I said in the cutting off of my days, I go in to the gates of Sheol, I have numbered the remnant of mine years.
11I said, I do not see Jah -- Jah! In the land of the living, I do not behold man any more, With the inhabitants of the world.
21and he saith, `Naked came I forth from the womb of my mother, and naked I turn back thither: Jehovah hath given and Jehovah hath taken: let the name of Jehovah be blessed.'
3Compassed me have cords of death, And straits of Sheol have found me, Distress and sorrow I find.
15My substance was not hid from Thee, When I was made in secret, Curiously wrought in the lower part of earth.
3And now, O Jehovah, take, I pray Thee, my soul from me, for better `is' my death than my life.'
13For Thou -- Thou hast possessed my reins, Thou dost cover me in my mother's belly.
21Thou dost not take away my transgression, And cause to pass away mine iniquity, Because now, for dust I lie down: And Thou hast sought me -- and I am not!
1Man, born of woman! Of few days, and full of trouble!
11What `is' my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?
14Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?
5No eye hath had pity on thee, to do to thee any of these, To have compassion on thee, And thou art cast on the face of the field, With loathing of thy person. In the day thou hast been born -- thou!
18(But from my youth He grew up with me as `with' a father, And from the belly of my mother I am led.)
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.'
23To a man whose way hath been hidden, And whom God doth shut up?
15And where `is' now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
12let her not, I pray thee, be as `one' dead, when in his coming out from the womb of his mother -- the half of his flesh is consumed.'
22And he saith, `While the lad is alive I have fasted, and weep, for I said, Who knoweth? -- Jehovah doth pity me, and the lad hath lived;
19And the son of this woman dieth at night, because she hath lain upon it,
8And He shutteth up with doors the sea, In its coming forth, from the womb it goeth out.
47Remember, I pray Thee, what `is' life-time? Wherefore in vain hast Thou created All the sons of men?
29I -- I am become wicked; why `is' this? `In' vain I labour.