Job 14:20

The elders of the daughter of Zion sit on the ground. They keep silence. They have cast up dust on their heads. They have clothed themselves with sackcloth. The virgins of Jerusalem hang down their heads to the ground.

and will cause their voice to be heard over you, and will cry bitterly. They will cast up dust on their heads. They will wallow in the ashes.

Now in the twenty-fourth day of this month the children of Israel were assembled with fasting, with sackcloth, and dirt on them.

My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh. I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.

Joshua tore his clothes, and fell to the earth on his face before Yahweh’s ark until the evening, he and the elders of Israel; and they put dust on their heads.

A man of Benjamin ran out of the army and came to Shiloh the same day, with his clothes torn and with dirt on his head.

“Isn’t a man forced to labor on earth? Aren’t his days like the days of a hired hand?

Seeing his days are determined, the number of his months is with you, and you have appointed his bounds that he can’t pass;

yet he will perish forever like his own dung. Those who have seen him will say, ‘Where is he?’

My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.

“Because you have said, ‘We have made a covenant with death, and we are in agreement with Sheol. When the overflowing scourge passes through, it won’t come to us; for we have made lies our refuge, and we have hidden ourselves under falsehood.’ ”

Our skin is black like an oven, because of the burning heat of famine.

They cast dust on their heads, and cried, weeping and mourning, saying, ‘Woe, woe, the great city, in which all who had their ships in the sea were made rich by reason of her great wealth!’ For she is made desolate in one hour.

Then Job arose, and tore his robe, and shaved his head, and fell down on the ground, and worshiped.

Behold, he will kill me. I have no hope. Nevertheless, I will maintain my ways before him.

“For there is hope for a tree if it is cut down, that it will sprout again, that the tender branch of it will not cease.

For when a few years have come, I will go the way of no return.

By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.

For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke. I don’t forget your statutes.

You will groan at your latter end, when your flesh and your body are consumed,

Inasmuch as it is appointed for men to die once, and after this, judgment,

The time came near that Israel must die, and he called his son Joseph, and said to him, “If now I have found favor in your sight, please put your hand under my thigh, and deal kindly and truly with me. Please don’t bury me in Egypt,

When Yahweh’s angel spoke these words to all the children of Israel, the people lifted up their voice and wept.

David said, “As Yahweh lives, Yahweh will strike him; or his day shall come to die; or he shall go down into battle and perish.

For we must die, and are like water spilled on the ground, which can’t be gathered up again; neither does God take away life, but devises means, that he who is banished not be an outcast from him.

Barzillai said to the king, “How many are the days of the years of my life, that I should go up with the king to Jerusalem?

They went after them to the Jordan; and behold, all the path was full of garments and equipment which the Syrians had cast away in their haste. The messengers returned, and told the king.

When they lifted up their eyes from a distance, and didn’t recognize him, they raised their voices, and wept; and they each tore his robe, and sprinkled dust on their heads toward the sky.

with kings and counselors of the earth, who built up waste places for themselves;

The small and the great are there. The servant is free from his master.

Between morning and evening they are destroyed. They perish forever without any regarding it.

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.

though I am decaying like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.

If a man dies, will he live again? I would wait all the days of my warfare, until my release should come.

But his flesh on him has pain, and his soul within him mourns.”

You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face.

If I look for Sheol as my house, if I have spread my couch in the darkness,

Behold, their prosperity is not in their hand. The counsel of the wicked is far from me.

The clods of the valley will be sweet to him. All men will draw after him, as there were innumerable before him.

For I know that you will bring me to death, To the house appointed for all living.

His flesh is so consumed away that it can’t be seen. His bones that were not seen stick out.

If he set his heart on himself, if he gathered to himself his spirit and his breath,

After this Job lived one hundred forty years, and saw his sons, and his sons’ sons, to four generations.

The wicked shall be turned back to Sheol, even all the nations that forget God.

I can count all of my bones. They look and stare at me.

Wait for Yahweh. Be strong, and let your heart take courage. Yes, wait for Yahweh.

For day and night your hand was heavy on me. My strength was sapped in the heat of summer.

But he passed away, and behold, he was not. Yes, I sought him, but he could not be found.

There is no soundness in my flesh because of your indignation, neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.

When you rebuke and correct man for iniquity, you consume his wealth like a moth. Surely every man is but a breath.”

that he should live on forever, that he should not see corruption.

“Behold, this is the man who didn’t make God his strength, but trusted in the abundance of his riches, and strengthened himself in his wickedness.”

Shall they escape by iniquity? In anger cast down the peoples, God.

What man is he who shall live and not see death, who shall deliver his soul from the power of Sheol?

My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.

A good man shall obtain favor from Yahweh, but he will condemn a man of wicked plans.

The wicked is brought down in his calamity, but in death, the righteous has a refuge.

I searched in my heart how to cheer my flesh with wine, my heart yet guiding me with wisdom, and how to lay hold of folly, until I might see what it was good for the sons of men that they should do under heaven all the days of their lives.

a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

Who knows the spirit of man, whether it goes upward, and the spirit of the animal, whether it goes downward to the earth?”

There is no man who has power over the spirit to contain the spirit; neither does he have power over the day of death. There is no discharge in war; neither shall wickedness deliver those who practice it.

“Vanity of vanities,” says the Preacher. “All is vanity!”

Don’t stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother’s sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards. I haven’t kept my own vineyard.

Your covenant with death shall be annulled, and your agreement with Sheol shall not stand. When the overflowing scourge passes through, then you will be trampled down by it.

My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me like a shepherd’s tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver. He will cut me off from the loom. From day even to night you will make an end of me.

For you have trusted in your wickedness. You have said, ‘No one sees me.’ Your wisdom and your knowledge has perverted you. You have said in your heart, ‘I am, and there is no one else besides me.’

Just as many were astonished at you— his appearance was marred more than any man, and his form more than the sons of men—

Their appearance is blacker than a coal. They are not known in the streets. Their skin clings to their bones. It is withered. It has become like a stick.

For the seller won’t return to that which is sold, although they are still alive; for the vision concerns the whole multitude of it. None will return. None will strengthen himself in the iniquity of his life.

“This is the interpretation of the thing: MENE: God has counted your kingdom, and brought it to an end.

At their presence the peoples are in anguish. All faces have grown pale.

She is empty, void, and waste. The heart melts, the knees knock together, their bodies and faces have grown pale.

He came near and touched the coffin, and the bearers stood still. He said, “Young man, I tell you, arise!”

for he had an only daughter, about twelve years of age, and she was dying. But as he went, the multitudes pressed against him.

They all wept freely, and fell on Paul’s neck and kissed him,

Why is it judged incredible with you, if God does raise the dead?

It is sown in dishonor; it is raised in glory. It is sown in weakness; it is raised in power.

“Death, where is your sting? Hades, where is your victory?”

For he was crucified through weakness, yet he lives through the power of God. For we also are weak in him, but we will live with him through the power of God toward you.

who will change the body of our humiliation to be conformed to the body of his glory, according to the working by which he is able even to subject all things to himself.

Keep yourselves in God’s love, looking for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ to eternal life.

The sea gave up the dead who were in it. Death and Hades gave up the dead who were in them. They were judged, each one according to his works.