Job 17:13Easy To Read Version“I might hope for the grave\par to be my new home.\par I might hope to make my bed\par in the dark grave.\par See the chapter |
You will be afraid of high places. You will be afraid of tripping over every small thing in your path. Your hair will become white like the flowers on an almond tree. You will drag yourself along like a grasshopper when you walk. You will lose your desire \{to live\}. {\cf2\super [45]} And then you will go to your eternal home (the grave). The mourners {\cf2\super [46]} will gather in the streets \{as they carry your body to the grave\}.