Job 33:22
And draw near to the pit doth his soul, And his life to those causing death.
And draw near to the pit doth his soul, And his life to those causing death.
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18 He keepeth back his soul from corruption, And his life from passing away by a dart.
19 And he hath been reproved With pain on his bed, And the strife of his bones `is' enduring.
20 And his life hath nauseated bread, And his soul desirable food.
21 His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen!
1 My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
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.
22 Only -- his flesh for him is pained, And his soul for him doth mourn.'
28 He hath ransomed my soul From going over into the pit, And my life on the light looketh.'
24 Surely not against the heap Doth He send forth the hand, Though in its ruin they have safety.
12 Hungry is his sorrow, And calamity is ready at his side.
13 It consumeth the parts of his skin, Consume his parts doth death's first-born.
14 Drawn from his tent is his confidence, And it causeth him to step to the king of terrors.
3 For my soul hath been full of evils, And my life hath come to Sheol.
30 To bring back his soul from the pit, To be enlightened with the light of the living.
21 A fearful voice `is' in his ears, In peace doth a destroyer come to him.
11 His bones have been full of his youth, And with him on the dust it lieth down.
7 As one tilling and ripping up in the land, Have our bones been scattered at the command of Saul.
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.
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.
25 And this `one' dieth with a bitter soul, And have not eaten with gladness.
9 And they who for desolation seek my soul, Go in to the lower parts of the earth.
28 And he inhabiteth cities cut off, houses not dwelt in, That have been ready to become heaps.
29 He is not rich, nor doth his wealth rise, Nor doth he stretch out on earth their continuance.
30 He turneth not aside from darkness, His tender branch doth a flame dry up, And he turneth aside at the breath of His mouth!
22 It is the same thing, therefore I said, `The perfect and the wicked He is consuming.'
28 And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.
10 For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.
12 My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
4 His spirit goeth forth, he returneth to his earth, In that day have his thoughts perished.
11 My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
21 Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures.
15 Expire doth all flesh together, And man to dust returneth.
4 He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
20 From morning to evening are beaten down, Without any regarding, for ever they perish.
22 And hath drawn the mighty by his power, He riseth, and none believeth in life.
29 when ye have taken also this from my presence, and mischief hath met him, then ye have brought down my grey hairs with evil to sheol.
15 And my soul chooseth strangling, Death rather than my bones.
20 His own eyes see his destruction, And of the wrath of the Mighty he drinketh.
21 For what `is' his delight in his house after him, And the number of his months cut off?
23 If there is by him a messenger, An interpreter -- one of a thousand, To declare for man his uprightness:
5 Also -- God doth break thee down for ever, Taketh thee, and pulleth thee out of the tent, And He hath uprooted thee Out of the land of the living. Selah.
7 Straitened are the steps of his strength, And cast him down doth his own counsel.
7 As his own dung for ever he doth perish, His beholders say: `Where `is' he?'
2 As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not.
19 It cometh to the generation of his fathers, For ever they see not the light.
16 And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
15 Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
12 For a fire it `is', to destruction it consumeth, And among all mine increase doth take root,
8 A thing of Belial is poured out on him, And because he lay down he riseth not again.