Job 8:14
Whose confidence is loathsome, And the house of a spider his trust.
Whose confidence is loathsome, And the house of a spider his trust.
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12While it `is' in its budding -- uncropt, Even before any herb it withereth.
13So `are' the paths of all forgetting God, And the hope of the profane doth perish,
15He leaneth on his house -- and it standeth not: He taketh hold on it -- and it abideth not.
14Drawn from his tent is his confidence, And it causeth him to step to the king of terrors.
15And where `is' now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
9Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down?
8For what `is' the hope of the profane, When He doth cut off? When God doth cast off his soul?
20And the eyes of the wicked are consumed, And refuge hath perished from them, And their hope `is' a breathing out of soul!
6My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.
7In the death of a wicked man, hope perisheth, And the expectation of the iniquitous hath been lost.
6The light hath been dark in his tent, And his lamp over him is extinguished.
7Straitened are the steps of his strength, And cast him down doth his own counsel.
8For he is sent into a net by his own feet, And on a snare he doth walk habitually.
9Seize on the heel doth a gin, Prevail over him do the designing.
10Hidden in the earth is his cord, And his trap on the path.
28The hope of the righteous `is' joyful, And the expectation of the wicked perisheth.
5Thus said Jehovah: Cursed `is' the man who doth trust in man, And hath made flesh his arm, And from Jehovah whose heart turneth.
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.
18And I say, Perished hath my strength and my hope from Jehovah.
19Also -- the inhabitants of houses of clay, (Whose foundation `is' in the dust, They bruise them before a moth.)
31Let him not put credence in vanity, He hath been deceived, For vanity is his recompence.
16From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above cut off is his crop.
5Eggs of a viper they have hatched, And webs of a spider they weave, Whoso is eating their eggs doth die, And the crushed hatcheth a viper.
6Their webs become not a garment, Nor do they cover themselves with their works, Their works `are' works of iniquity, And a deed of violence `is' in their hands.
6Is not thy reverence thy confidence? Thy hope -- the perfection of thy ways?
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.'
18For, is there a posterity? Then thy hope is not cut off.
28A spider with two hands taketh hold, And is in the palaces of a king.
10He breaketh me down round about, and I go, And removeth like a tree my hope.
7For there is of a tree hope, if it be cut down, That again it doth change, That its tender branch doth not cease.
7And, now, what have I expected? O Lord, my hope -- it `is' of Thee.
5O the happiness of him Who hath the God of Jacob for his help, His hope `is' on Jehovah his God,
8Meet him doth desolation -- he knoweth not, And his net that he hid catcheth him, For desolation he falleth into it.
17Surely in vain is the net spread out before the eyes of any bird.
28Whoso is confident in his wealth he falleth, And as a leaf, the righteous flourish.
10Therefore round about thee `are' snares, And trouble thee doth fear suddenly.
23He giveth to him confidence, and he is supported, And his eyes `are' on their ways.
26For Jehovah is at thy side, And He hath kept thy foot from capture.
8Lo, ye are trusting for yourselves On the words of falsehood, so as not to profit.
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.
25Fear of man causeth a snare, And the confident in Jehovah is set on high.
15Therefore suddenly cometh his calamity, Instantly he is broken -- and no healing.
18He hath built as a moth his house, And as a booth a watchman hath made.
15And withheld from the wicked is their light, And the arm lifted up is broken.
5A torch -- despised in the thoughts of the secure Is prepared for those sliding with the feet.
19A bad tooth, and a tottering foot, `Is' the confidence of the treacherous in a day of adversity.
18Only, in slippery places Thou dost set them, Thou hast caused them to fall to desolations.
20Forget him doth the womb, Sweeten `on' him doth the worm, No more is he remembered, And broken as a tree is wickedness.