Job 17:1

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Job 17:1–3 · Berean Standard Bible

1 “My spirit is broken; my days are extinguished; the grave awaits me.

2 Surely mockers surround me, and my eyes must gaze at their rebellion.

3 Give me, I pray, the pledge You demand. Who else will be my guarantor?

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Job 19:17

My breath is repulsive to my wife, and I am loathsome to my own family.

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Job 42:16

After this, Job lived 140 years and saw his children and their children to the fourth generation.

Isaiah 57:16

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Job 17:13

If I look for Sheol as my home, if I spread out my bed in darkness,

Job 17:14

and say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’

Psalms 88:3

For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol.

Psalms 88:4

I am counted among those descending to the Pit. I am like a man without strength.

Psalms 88:5

I am forsaken among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom You remember no more, who are cut off from Your care.

Isaiah 38:10

I said, “In the prime of my life I must go through the gates of Sheol and be deprived of the remainder of my years.”

Isaiah 38:11

I said, “I will never again see the LORD, even the LORD, in the land of the living; I will no longer look on mankind with those who dwell in this world.

Isaiah 38:12

My dwelling has been picked up and removed from me like a shepherd’s tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver; He cuts me off from the loom; from day until night You make an end of me.

Isaiah 38:13

I composed myself until the morning. Like a lion He breaks all my bones; from day until night You make an end of me.

Isaiah 38:14

I chirp like a swallow or crane; I moan like a dove. My eyes grow weak as I look upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; be my security.”