Job 8:15
He leaneth on his house -- and it standeth not: He taketh hold on it -- and it abideth not.
He leaneth on his house -- and it standeth not: He taketh hold on it -- and it abideth not.
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16 Green he `is' before the sun, And over his garden his branch goeth out.
17 By a heap his roots are wrapped, A house of stones he looketh for.
14 Whose confidence is loathsome, And the house of a spider his trust.
28 And he inhabiteth cities cut off, houses not dwelt in, That have been ready to become heaps.
29 He is not rich, nor doth his wealth rise, Nor doth he stretch out on earth their continuance.
30 He turneth not aside from darkness, His tender branch doth a flame dry up, And he turneth aside at the breath of His mouth!
31 Let him not put credence in vanity, He hath been deceived, For vanity is his recompence.
32 Not in his day is it completed, And his bending branch is not green.
33 He shaketh off as a vine his unripe fruit, And casteth off as an olive his blossom.
14 Drawn from his tent is his confidence, And it causeth him to step to the king of terrors.
15 It dwelleth in his tent -- out of his provender, Scattered over his habitation is sulphur.
16 From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above cut off is his crop.
17 His memorial hath perished from the land, And he hath no name on the street.
18 He hath built as a moth his house, And as a booth a watchman hath made.
19 Rich he lieth down, and he is not gathered, His eyes he hath opened, and he is not.
6 The light hath been dark in his tent, And his lamp over him is extinguished.
7 Straitened are the steps of his strength, And cast him down doth his own counsel.
8 For he is sent into a net by his own feet, And on a snare he doth walk habitually.
28 Whoso is confident in his wealth he falleth, And as a leaf, the righteous flourish.
29 Whoso is troubling his own house inheriteth wind, And a servant `is' the fool to the wise of heart.
9 Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down?
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.'
27 Reveal do the heavens his iniquity, And earth is raising itself against him.
28 Remove doth the increase of his house, Poured forth in a day of His anger.
15 Therefore suddenly cometh his calamity, Instantly he is broken -- and no healing.
13 Wo to him who is building his house by unrighteousness, And his upper chambers by injustice, On his neighbour he layeth service for nought, And his wage he doth not give to him.
14 Who is saying, `I build for myself a large house, And airy upper chambers,' And he hath cut out for himself its windows, Ceiled with cedar, and painted with vermillion.
10 He turneth not again to his house, Nor doth his place discern him again.
12 While it `is' in its budding -- uncropt, Even before any herb it withereth.
7 For there is of a tree hope, if it be cut down, That again it doth change, That its tender branch doth not cease.
8 If its root becometh old in the earth, And its stem doth die in the dust,
19 For he oppressed -- he forsook the poor, A house he hath taken violently away, And he doth not build it.
20 For he hath not known ease in his belly. With his desirable thing he delivereth not himself.
11 The house of the wicked is destroyed, And the tent of the upright flourisheth.
13 And good is not to the wicked, and he doth not prolong days as a shadow, because he is not fearing before God.
19 He hath no continuator, Nor successor among his people, And none is remaining in his dwellings.
2 As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not.
6 And 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.
14 Lo, He breaketh down, and it is not built up, He shutteth against a man, And it is not opened.
8 And 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.
13 And their wealth hath been for a spoil, And their houses for desolation, And they have built houses, and do not inhabit, And they have planted vineyards, And they do not drink their wine.
19 And he turneth back his face to the strongholds of his land, and hath stumbled and fallen, and is not found.
6 He hath said in his heart, `I am not moved,' To generation and generation not in evil.
18 By slothfulness is the wall brought low, And by idleness of the hands doth the house drop.
7 Overthrow the wicked, and they are not, And the house of the righteous standeth.
24 Surely not against the heap Doth He send forth the hand, Though in its ruin they have safety.
30 `A woman thou dost betroth, and another man doth lie with her; a house thou dost build, and dost not dwell in it; a vineyard thou dost plant, and dost not make it common;
19 Also -- the inhabitants of houses of clay, (Whose foundation `is' in the dust, They bruise them before a moth.)
9 Wo `to' him who is gaining evil gain for his house, To set on high his nest, To be delivered from the hand of evil,
12 Hungry is his sorrow, And calamity is ready at his side.