Isaiah 38:12

King James 3 - The Literal Traslation

My generation is plucked up and removed from me, like a shepherd’s tent; I have cut off my life like the weaver. He will cut me off from the threads; from day to night You will make an end of me.

Cross References

Job 14:2

He comes forth like a flower and withers; he also flees like a shadow and does not stand.

Job 17:1

My spirit is in trouble; my days are extinguished; graves are for me.

Job 4:20

They are beaten from morning till evening; they perish forever with no one regarding.

Job 6:9

and God would be willing and crush me; let loose His hand and cut me off?

Psalm 102:11

My days are like a shadow stretched out, and I wither like grass.

Psalm 119:23

Princes also sat, speaking against me; but Your servant meditates on Your statutes.

Psalm 31:22

For I said in my haste, I am cut off from Your eyes; surely you heard the voice of my prayers when I cried to You.

Psalm 73:14

For all the day I was stricken; and my chastening is at the mornings.

Psalm 90:5

You flooded them away; they are as a sleep; in the morning, they are like grass sprouting;

Isaiah 1:8

And the daughter of Zion is left a booth in a vineyard, like a hut in a cucumber field, like a besieged city.

Isaiah 13:20

It shall not be lived in forever, and not shall it be lived in to generation and generation. And the Arabian shall not pitch a tent there, nor shall those feeding make flocks lie down there.

2 Corinthians 5:1

For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle is taken down, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in Heaven.

2 Corinthians 5:4

For indeed, being in the tabernacle, we groan, having been weighted down, inas- much as we do not wish to put off the body, but the spiritual to be put on, so that the mortal may be swallowed up by the life.

Hebrews 1:12

and You shall fold them up like a covering, and they shall be changed. But You are the same, and Your years shall not fail.” LXX-Psa. 101:26-28; MT-Psa. 102:25-27

James 4:14

who do not know of the morrow. For what is your life? For it is a mist, which for a little is appearing, and then disappearing. Ps. 94:11