Job 19:10

American Standard Version (1901)

He hath broken me down on every side, and I am gone; And my hope hath he plucked up like a tree.

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The womb shall forget him; The worm shall feed sweetly on him; He shall be no more remembered; And unrighteousness shall be broken as a tree.

Behold, he breaketh down, and it cannot be built again; He shutteth up a man, and there can be no opening.

My days are like a shadow that declineth; And I am withered like grass.

Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?

My days are past, my purposes are broken off, Even the thoughts of my heart.

My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hope.

What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is mine end, that I should be patient?

So Satan went forth from the presence of Jehovah, and smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot unto his crown.

The waters wear the stones; The overflowings thereof wash away the dust of the earth: So thou destroyest the hope of man.