Job 4:19
Also -- the inhabitants of houses of clay, (Whose foundation `is' in the dust, They bruise them before a moth.)
Also -- the inhabitants of houses of clay, (Whose foundation `is' in the dust, They bruise them before a moth.)
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20From morning to evening are beaten down, Without any regarding, for ever they perish.
21Hath not their excellency been removed with them? They die, and not in wisdom!
18He hath built as a moth his house, And as a booth a watchman hath made.
6How much less man -- a grub, And the son of man -- a worm!
17`Is mortal man than God more righteous? Than his Maker is a man cleaner?
18Lo, in His servants He putteth no credence, Nor in His messengers setteth praise.'
28And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.
26Together -- on the dust they lie down, And the worm doth cover them over.
4Man to vanity hath been like, His days `are' as a shadow passing by.
18They are as straw before wind, And as chaff a hurricane hath stolen away,
19How have they become a desolation as in a moment, They have been ended -- consumed from terrors.
18And yet, a falling mountain wasteth away, And a rock is removed from its place.
19Stones have waters worn away, Their outpourings wash away the dust of earth, And the hope of man Thou hast destroyed.
28And he inhabiteth cities cut off, houses not dwelt in, That have been ready to become heaps.
14Whose confidence is loathsome, And the house of a spider his trust.
15He leaneth on his house -- and it standeth not: He taketh hold on it -- and it abideth not.
19Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
15Expire doth all flesh together, And man to dust returneth.
5Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,
6My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.
16Who have been cut down unexpectedly, A flood is poured out on their foundation.
12Your remembrances `are' similes of ashes, For high places of clay your heights.
2As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not.
3Also -- on this Thou hast opened Thine eyes, And dost bring me into judgment with Thee.
11With reproofs against iniquity, Thou hast corrected man, And dost waste as a moth his desirableness, Only, vanity `is' every man. Selah.
14Drawn from his tent is his confidence, And it causeth him to step to the king of terrors.
15It dwelleth in his tent -- out of his provender, Scattered over his habitation is sulphur.
12And man in honour doth not remain, He hath been like the beasts, they have been cut off.
17By the time they are warm they have been cut off, By its being hot they have been Extinguished from their place.
38In the hardening of dust into hardness, And clods cleave together?
7As his own dung for ever he doth perish, His beholders say: `Where `is' he?'
4His spirit goeth forth, he returneth to his earth, In that day have his thoughts perished.
24High they were `for' a little, and they are not, And they have been brought low. As all `others' they are shut up, And as the head of an ear of corn cut off.
9From the breath of God they perish, And from the spirit of His anger consumed.
12And I `am' as a moth to Ephraim, And as a rotten thing to the house of Judah.
14With kings and counsellors of earth, These building wastes for themselves.
21For what `is' his delight in his house after him, And the number of his months cut off?
20`In' a moment they die, and at midnight Shake do people, and they pass away, And they remove the mighty without hand.
14It turneth itself as clay of a seal And they station themselves as clothed.
20The whole are going unto one place, the whole have been from the dust, and the whole are turning back unto the dust.
2your riches have rotted, and your garments have become moth-eaten;
19`Treasure not up to yourselves treasures on the earth, where moth and rust disfigure, and where thieves break through and steal,
26And their inhabitants `are' feeble-handed, They were broken down, and are dried up, They have been the herb of the field, And the greenness of the tender grass, Grass of the roofs, And blasted corn -- before it hath risen up!
22Cease for you from man, Whose breath `is' in his nostrils, For -- in what is he esteemed?
17Rotted have scattered things under their clods, Desolated have been storehouses, Broken down have been granaries, For withered hath the corn.
11For lo, Jehovah is commanding, And He hath smitten the great house `with' breaches, And the little house `with' clefts.
16If he heap up as dust silver, And as clay prepare clothing,
15There consume thee doth a fire, Cut thee off doth a sword, It doth consume thee as a cankerworm! Make thyself heavy as the cankerworm, Make thyself heavy as the locust.
15And she forgetteth that a foot may press it, And a beast of the field tread it down.
12And man hath lain down, and riseth not, Till the wearing out of the heavens they awake not, Nor are roused from their sleep.