Job 8:13
So `are' the paths of all forgetting God, And the hope of the profane doth perish,
So `are' the paths of all forgetting God, And the hope of the profane doth perish,
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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?
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.
12While it `is' in its budding -- uncropt, Even before any herb it withereth.
7In the death of a wicked man, hope perisheth, And the expectation of the iniquitous hath been lost.
28The hope of the righteous `is' joyful, And the expectation of the wicked perisheth.
29The way of Jehovah `is' strength to the perfect, And ruin to workers of iniquity.
20And the eyes of the wicked are consumed, And refuge hath perished from them, And their hope `is' a breathing out of soul!
16Also -- He `is' to me for salvation, For the profane cometh not before Him.
18Turn aside do the paths of their way, They ascend into emptiness, and are lost.
5That the singing of the wicked `is' short, And the joy of the profane for a moment,
15And where `is' now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
17The wicked do turn back to Sheol, All nations forgetting God.
18For not for ever is the needy forgotten, The hope of the humble lost to the age.
8Astonished are the upright at this, And the innocent against the profane Stirreth himself up.
16From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above cut off is his crop.
17His memorial hath perished from the land, And he hath no name on the street.
9Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down?
32In his wickedness is the wicked driven away, And trustful in his death `is' the righteous.
18And I say, Perished hath my strength and my hope from Jehovah.
6Is not thy reverence thy confidence? Thy hope -- the perfection of thy ways?
6And he hath been as a naked thing in a desert, And doth not see when good cometh, And hath inhabited parched places in a wilderness, A salt land, and not inhabited.
7Blessed `is' the man who trusteth in Jehovah, And whose confidence hath been Jehovah.
30From the reigning of a profane man, From the snares of a people;
6For Jehovah is knowing the way of the righteous, And the way of the wicked is lost!
13And good is not to the wicked, and he doth not prolong days as a shadow, because he is not fearing before God.
34For the company of the profane `is' gloomy, And fire hath consumed tents of bribery.
11He said in his heart, `God hath forgotten, He hath hid His face, He hath never seen.'
4His spirit goeth forth, he returneth to his earth, In that day have his thoughts perished.
14Their soul dieth in youth, And their life among the defiled.
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,
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.'
14Drawn from his tent is his confidence, And it causeth him to step to the king of terrors.
10And so I have seen the wicked buried, and they went in, even from the Holy Place they go, and they are forgotten in the city whether they had so done. This also `is' vanity.
31Let him not put credence in vanity, He hath been deceived, For vanity is his recompence.
18For, is there a posterity? Then thy hope is not cut off.
6My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.
20From morning to evening are beaten down, Without any regarding, for ever they perish.
20Forget him doth the womb, Sweeten `on' him doth the worm, No more is he remembered, And broken as a tree is wickedness.
2For as grass speedily they are cut off, And as the greenness of the tender grass do fade.
7As his own dung for ever he doth perish, His beholders say: `Where `is' he?'
5A torch -- despised in the thoughts of the secure Is prepared for those sliding with the feet.
4Man to vanity hath been like, His days `are' as a shadow passing by.
17Therefore, over its young men the Lord rejoiceth not, And its orphans, and its widows He pitieth not, For every one `is' profane, and an evil doer, And every mouth is speaking folly. With all this not turned back hath His anger, And still His hand is stretched out.
7And, now, what have I expected? O Lord, my hope -- it `is' of Thee.
21Only these `are' tabernacles of the perverse, And this the place God hath not known.
19Stones have waters worn away, Their outpourings wash away the dust of earth, And the hope of man Thou hast destroyed.
10He breaketh me down round about, and I go, And removeth like a tree my hope.