Cross References

Job 19:10

Young's Literal Translation 1862

He breaketh me down round about, and I go, And removeth like a tree my hope.

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Lo, He breaketh down, and it is not built up, He shutteth against a man, And it is not opened.

Stones have waters worn away, Their outpourings wash away the dust of earth, And the hope of man Thou hast destroyed.

My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!

And where `is' now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?

And the Adversary goeth forth from the presence of Jehovah, and smiteth Job with a sore ulcer from the sole of his foot unto his crown.

Forget him doth the womb, Sweeten `on' him doth the worm, No more is he remembered, And broken as a tree is wickedness.

What `is' my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?

My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.

My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.