Job 3:21
Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures.
Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures.
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22 Who are glad -- unto joy, They rejoice when they find a grave.
23 To a man whose way hath been hidden, And whom God doth shut up?
20 Why giveth He to the miserable light, and life to the bitter soul?
25 And this `one' dieth with a bitter soul, And have not eaten with gladness.
26 Together -- on the dust they lie down, And the worm doth cover them over.
13 O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
14 If a man dieth -- doth he revive? All days of my warfare I wait, till my change come.
6 and in those days shall men seek the death, and they shall not find it, and they shall desire to die, and the death shall flee from them.
13 Man hath not known its arrangement, Nor is it found in the land of the living.
21 For what `is' his delight in his house after him, And the number of his months cut off?
6 The making of treasures by a lying tongue, `Is' a vanity driven away of those seeking death.
13 If I wait -- Sheol `is' my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.
21 His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen!
22 And draw near to the pit doth his soul, And his life to those causing death.
32 And he -- to the graves he is brought. And over the heap a watch is kept.
33 Sweet to him have been the clods of the valley, And after him every man he draweth, And before him there is no numbering.
24 Surely not against the heap Doth He send forth the hand, Though in its ruin they have safety.
20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
21 Before I go, and return not, Unto a land of darkness and death-shade,
3 If 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.'
13 They wear out in good their days, And in a moment `to' Sheol go down.
5 Even the sun he hath not seen nor known, more rest hath this than that.
6 And though he had lived a thousand years twice over, yet good he hath not seen; to the same place doth not every one go?
7 All the labour of man `is' for his mouth, and yet the soul is not filled.
15 And my soul chooseth strangling, Death rather than my bones.
16 I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days `are' vanity.
1 My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
2 And I am praising the dead who have already died above the living who are yet alive.
3 And better than both of them `is' he who hath not yet been, in that he hath not seen the evil work that hath been done under the sun.
10 All that thy hand findeth to do, with thy power do, for there is no work, and device, and knowledge, and wisdom in Sheol whither thou art going.
48 Who `is' the man that liveth, and doth not see death? He delivereth his soul from the hand of Sheol. Selah.
6 In dark places He hath caused me to dwell, As the dead of old.
20 Desire not the night, For the going up of peoples in their stead.
19 Rich he lieth down, and he is not gathered, His eyes he hath opened, and he is not.
23 For all his days are sorrows, and his travail sadness; even at night his heart hath not lain down; this also `is' vanity.
5 For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee?
24 Far off `is' that which hath been, and deep, deep, who doth find it?
15 And where `is' now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
8 But, if man liveth many years, In all of them let him rejoice, And remember the days of darkness, For they are many! all that is coming `is' vanity.
25 For who eateth and who hasteth out more than I?
3 For an enemy hath pursued my soul, He hath bruised to the earth my life, He hath caused me to dwell in dark places, As the dead of old.
5 For the living know that they die, and the dead know not anything, and there is no more to them a reward, for their remembrance hath been forgotten.
20 Sheol and destruction are not satisfied, And the eyes of man are not satisfied.
12 Who `is' the man that is desiring life? Loving days to see good?
4 If thou dost seek her as silver, And as hid treasures searchest for her,
17 And I have hated life, for sad to me `is' the work that hath been done under the sun, for the whole `is' vanity and vexation of spirit.
20 For he doth not much remember the days of his life, for God is answering through the joy of his heart.
21 Hath not their excellency been removed with them? They die, and not in wisdom!
18 For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth.
12 I have known that there is no good for them except to rejoice and to do good during their life,