Job 8:12
While it `is' in its budding -- uncropt, Even before any herb it withereth.
While it `is' in its budding -- uncropt, Even before any herb it withereth.
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5Thou hast inundated them, they are asleep, In the morning as grass he changeth.
6In the morning it flourisheth, and hath changed, At evening it is cut down, and hath withered.
7For there is of a tree hope, if it be cut down, That again it doth change, That its tender branch doth not cease.
8If its root becometh old in the earth, And its stem doth die in the dust,
9From the fragrance of water it doth flourish, And hath made a crop as a plant.
10And a man dieth, and becometh weak, And man expireth, and where `is' he?
11`Doth a rush wise without mire? A reed increase without water?
2For as grass speedily they are cut off, And as the greenness of the tender grass do fade.
16Green he `is' before the sun, And over his garden his branch goeth out.
17By a heap his roots are wrapped, A house of stones he looketh for.
13So `are' the paths of all forgetting God, And the hope of the profane doth perish,
9Say: Thus said the Lord Jehovah: It prospereth -- its roots doth he not draw out, And its fruit cut off, and it is withered? `In' all the leaves of its springing it withereth, And not by great strength, and by a numerous people, To lift it up by its roots.
10And lo, the planted thing -- doth it prosper? When come against it doth the east wind, Doth it not utterly wither? On the furrows of its springing it withereth.'
32Not in his day is it completed, And his bending branch is not green.
16From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above cut off is his crop.
10and the rich in his becoming low, because as a flower of grass he shall pass away;
11for the sun did rise with the burning heat, and did wither the grass, and the flower of it fell, and the grace of its appearance did perish, so also the rich in his way shall fade away!
7Withered hath grass, faded the flower, For the Spirit of Jehovah blew upon it, Surely the people `is' grass;
8Withered hath grass, faded the flower, But a word of our God riseth for ever.
15Mortal man! as grass `are' his days, As a flower of the field so he flourisheth;
16For a wind hath passed over it, and it is not, And its place doth not discern it any more.
30For ye are as an oak whose leaf is fading, And as a garden that hath no water.
7When the wicked flourish as a herb, And blossom do all workers of iniquity -- For their being destroyed for ever and ever!
2As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not.
8And hath been as a tree planted by waters, And by a rivulet he sendeth forth his roots, And he doth not see when heat cometh, And his leaf hath been green, And in a year of dearth he is not sorrowful, Nor doth he cease from making fruit.
27And 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.
24because all flesh `is' as grass, and all glory of man as flower of grass; wither did the grass, and the flower of it fell away,
6They are as grass of the roofs, That before it was drawn out withereth,
7That hath not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.
11My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.
14In order that none of the trees of the waters May become haughty because of their stature, Nor give their foliage between thickets, Nor any drinking waters stand up unto them in their haughtiness, For all of them are given up to death, Unto the earth -- the lower part, In the midst of the sons of men, Unto those going down to the pit.
4Till when doth the earth mourn, And the herb of the whole field wither? For the wickedness of those dwelling in it, Consumed have been beast and fowl, Because they said, `He doth not see our latter end.'
5For before harvest, when the flower is perfect, And the blossom is producing unripe fruit, Then hath `one' cut the sprigs with pruning hooks, And the branches he hath turned aside, cut down.
17Rotted have scattered things under their clods, Desolated have been storehouses, Broken down have been granaries, For withered hath the corn.
11In the day thy plant thou causest to become great, And in the morning thy seed makest to flourish, A heap `is' the harvest in a day of overflowing, And of mortal pain.
15but the stump of its roots leave in the earth, even with a band of iron and brass, in the tender grass of the field, and with the dew of the heavens is it wet, and with the beasts `is' his portion in the herb of the earth;
24Yea, they have not been planted, Yea, they have not been sown, Yea, not taking root in the earth is their stock, And also He hath blown upon them, and they wither, And a whirlwind as stubble taketh them away.
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!
9Before your pots discern the bramble, As well the raw as the heated He whirleth away.
4And the fading flower of the beauty of his glory That `is' on the head of the fat valley, Hath been as its first-fruit before summer, That its beholder seeth, While it `is' yet in his hand he swalloweth it.
6For, the waters of Nimrim are desolations, For, withered hath been the hay, Finished hath been the tender grass, A green thing there hath not been.
3And he hath been as a tree, Planted by rivulets of water, That giveth its fruit in its season, And its leaf doth not wither, And all that he doth he causeth to prosper.
25Revealed was the hay, and seen the tender grass, And gathered the herbs of mountains.
6and the sun having risen, it was scorched, and because of not having root it did wither;
17By the time they are warm they have been cut off, By its being hot they have been Extinguished from their place.
12The vine hath been dried up, And the fig-tree doth languish, Pomegranate, also palm, and apple-tree, All trees of the field have withered, For dried up hath been joy from the sons of men.
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.
35I have seen the wicked terrible, And spreading as a green native plant,
6`And other fell upon the rock, and having sprung up, it did wither, through not having moisture.
25A leaf driven away dost Thou terrify? And the dry stubble dost Thou pursue?