Job 41:9
Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down?
Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down?
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10None so fierce that he doth awake him, And who `is' he before Me stationeth himself?
15And where `is' now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
8Place on him thy hand, Remember the battle -- do not add!
20And the eyes of the wicked are consumed, And refuge hath perished from them, And their hope `is' a breathing out of soul!
29He putteth in the dust his mouth, if so be there is hope.
6Only, in an image doth each walk habitually, Only, `in' vain, they are disquieted, He heapeth up and knoweth not who gathereth them.
7And, now, what have I expected? O Lord, my hope -- it `is' of Thee.
7As his own dung for ever he doth perish, His beholders say: `Where `is' he?'
8As a dream he fleeth, and they find him not, And he is driven away as a vision of the night,
9The eye hath not seen him, and addeth not. And not again doth his place behold him.
13So `are' the paths of all forgetting God, And the hope of the profane doth perish,
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.
10He breaketh me down round about, and I go, And removeth like a tree my hope.
6Is not thy reverence thy confidence? Thy hope -- the perfection of thy ways?
14Drawn from his tent is his confidence, And it causeth him to step to the king of terrors.
24Terrify him do adversity and distress, They prevail over him As a king ready for a boaster.
8For what `is' the hope of the profane, When He doth cut off? When God doth cast off his soul?
9His cry doth God hear, When distress cometh on him?
19Stones have waters worn away, Their outpourings wash away the dust of earth, And the hope of man Thou hast destroyed.
20They were ashamed that one hath trusted, They have come unto it and are confounded.
21Surely now ye have become the same! Ye see a downfall, and are afraid.
19And he turneth back his face to the strongholds of his land, and hath stumbled and fallen, and is not found.
20Thou hast seen a man hasty in his words! More hope of a fool than of him.
24Surely not against the heap Doth He send forth the hand, Though in its ruin they have safety.
7Straitened are the steps of his strength, And cast him down doth his own counsel.
3Also -- on this Thou hast opened Thine eyes, And dost bring me into judgment with Thee.
23For a dread unto me `is' calamity `from' God, And because of His excellency I am not able.
18If `one' doth destroy him from his place, Then it hath feigned concerning him, I have not seen thee!
19Doth He value thy riches? He hath gold, and all the forces of power.
12Lo, He snatches away, who bringeth it back? Who saith unto Him, `What dost Thou?'
13God doth not turn back His anger, Under Him bowed have proud helpers.
22And hath drawn the mighty by his power, He riseth, and none believeth in life.
33There is not on the earth his like, That is made without terror.
34Every high thing he doth see, He `is' king over all sons of pride.
15Lo, He doth slay me -- I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue.
27Whom I -- I see on my side, And mine eyes have beheld, and not a stranger, Consumed have been my reins in my bosom.
6And 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.'
11What `is' my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?
11Scatter abroad the wrath of thine anger, And see every proud one, and make him low.
11Round about terrified him have terrors, And they have scattered him -- at his feet.
13Lest ye say, We have found wisdom, God doth thrust him away, not man.
7In the death of a wicked man, hope perisheth, And the expectation of the iniquitous hath been lost.
11Doth not His excellency terrify you? And His dread fall upon you?
34He doth turn aside from off me his rod, And His terror doth not make me afraid,
41Spoiled him have all passing by the way, He hath been a reproach to his neighbours,
22He laugheth at fear, and is not affrighted, And he turneth not back from the face of the sword.
11He said in his heart, `God hath forgotten, He hath hid His face, He hath never seen.'
14Yea, though thou sayest thou dost not behold Him, Judgment `is' before Him, and stay for Him.