Job 17:1

You hide your face; they are troubled. You take away their breath; they die and return to the dust.

and the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.

Yahweh God formed man from the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.

He will not always accuse; neither will he stay angry forever.

yes, they shall be afraid of heights, and terrors will be on the way; and the almond tree shall blossom, and the grasshopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail; because man goes to his everlasting home, and the mourners go about the streets:

To you, Yahweh, I call. My rock, don’t be deaf to me, lest, if you are silent to me, I would become like those who go down into the pit.

So Zedekiah the king swore secretly to Jeremiah, saying, “As Yahweh lives, who made us this soul, I will not put you to death, neither will I give you into the hand of these men who seek your life.”

Who is a God like you, who pardons iniquity, and passes over the disobedience of the remnant of his heritage? He doesn’t retain his anger forever, because he delights in loving kindness.

We speak wisdom, however, among those who are full grown, yet a wisdom not of this world nor of the rulers of this world who are coming to nothing.

You will eat bread by the sweat of your face until you return to the ground, for you were taken out of it. For you are dust, and you shall return to dust.”

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me. My spirit drinks up their poison. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.

Will you be angry with us forever? Will you draw out your anger to all generations?

The days of our years are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty years; yet their pride is but labor and sorrow, for it passes quickly, and we fly away.

“ ‘Will he retain his anger forever? Will he keep it to the end?’ Behold, you have spoken and have done evil things, and have had your way.”

A revelation, Yahweh’s word concerning Israel. Yahweh, who stretches out the heavens, and lays the foundation of the earth, and forms the spirit of man within him says:

I, even I, will bring the flood of waters on this earth, to destroy all flesh having the breath of life from under the sky. Everything that is in the earth will die.

Joseph saw Ephraim’s children to the third generation. The children also of Machir, the son of Manasseh, were born on Joseph’s knees.

They fell on their faces, and said, “God, the God of the spirits of all flesh, shall one man sin, and will you be angry with all the congregation?”

When the angel stretched out his hand toward Jerusalem to destroy it, Yahweh relented of the disaster, and said to the angel who destroyed the people, “It is enough. Now withdraw your hand.” Yahweh’s angel was by the threshing floor of Araunah the Jebusite.

His sons come to honor, and he doesn’t know it. They are brought low, but he doesn’t perceive it of them.

My days are past. My plans are broken off, as are the thoughts of my heart.

You have reproached me ten times. You aren’t ashamed that you attack me.

His flesh will be fresher than a child’s. He returns to the days of his youth.

He has redeemed my soul from going into the pit. My life will see the light.’

all flesh would perish together, and man would turn again to dust.

Yahweh brings the counsel of the nations to nothing. He makes the thoughts of the peoples to be of no effect.

Behold, you have made my days hand widths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath.”

For all day long I have been plagued, and punished every morning.

He weakened my strength along the course. He shortened my days.

Yes, may you see your children’s children. Peace be upon Israel.

Though I walk in the middle of trouble, you will revive me. You will stretch out your hand against the wrath of my enemies. Your right hand will save me.

Hurry to answer me, Yahweh. My spirit fails. Don’t hide your face from me, so that I don’t become like those who go down into the pit.

His spirit departs, and he returns to the earth. In that very day, his thoughts perish.

God Yahweh, he who created the heavens and stretched them out, he who spread out the earth and that which comes out of it, he who gives breath to its people and spirit to those who walk in it, says:

Yahweh, correct me, but gently; not in your anger, lest you reduce me to nothing.

For the Lord will not cast off forever.

Yahweh says: “For three transgressions of Edom, yes, for four, I will not turn away its punishment; because he pursued his brother with the sword, and cast off all pity, and his anger raged continually, and he kept his wrath forever;

For we know that if the earthly house of our tent is dissolved, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal, in the heavens.

You will roll them up like a mantle, and they will be changed; but you are the same. Your years won’t fail.”

Furthermore, we had the fathers of our flesh to chasten us, and we paid them respect. Shall we not much rather be in subjection to the Father of spirits, and live?

The days of Terah were two hundred five years. Terah died in Haran.

These are the days of the years of Abraham’s life which he lived: one hundred seventy-five years.

The days of Isaac were one hundred eighty years.

Joseph called the name of the firstborn Manasseh, “For”, he said, “God has made me forget all my toil, and all my father’s house.”

After these things, someone said to Joseph, “Behold, your father is sick.” He took with him his two sons, Manasseh and Ephraim.

So Joseph died, being one hundred ten years old, and they embalmed him, and he was put in a coffin in Egypt.

The children of Israel spoke to Moses, saying, “Behold, we perish! We are undone! We are all undone!

Moses was one hundred twenty years old when he died. His eye was not dim, nor his strength gone.

After these things, Joshua the son of Nun, the servant of Yahweh, died, being one hundred ten years old.

She said to them, “Don’t call me Naomi. Call me Mara, for the Almighty has dealt very bitterly with me.

For now should I have lain down and been quiet. I should have slept, then I would have been at rest,

How much more, those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth!

What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?

My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.

You will be secure, because there is hope. Yes, you will search, and will take your rest in safety.

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

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

My breath is offensive to my wife. I am loathsome to the children of my own mother.

He draws it out, and it comes out of his body. Yes, the glittering point comes out of his liver. Terrors are on him.

As for me, is my complaint to man? Why shouldn’t I be impatient?

When I remember, I am troubled. Horror takes hold of my flesh.

He builds his house as the moth, as a booth which the watchman makes.

Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.

Yes, his soul draws near to the pit, and his life to the destroyers.

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

“What profit is there in my destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth?

For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.

For your loving kindness is great toward me. You have delivered my soul from the lowest Sheol.

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

I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,

I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.

You turn man to destruction, saying, “Return, you children of men.”

Yet he lifts the needy out of their affliction, and increases their families like a flock.

Many times they have afflicted me from my youth up. Let Israel now say,

When a wicked man dies, hope perishes, and expectation of power comes to nothing.

Children’s children are the crown of old men; the glory of children are their parents.

Stop trusting in man, whose breath is in his nostrils; for of what account is he?

The earth will stagger like a drunken man, and will sway back and forth like a hammock. Its disobedience will be heavy on it, and it will fall and not rise again.

I said, “In the middle of my life I go into the gates of Sheol. I am deprived of the residue of my years.”

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.

“I, even I, am he who comforts you. Who are you, that you are afraid of man who shall die, and of the son of man who will be made as grass?

He was despised and rejected by men, a man of suffering and acquainted with disease. He was despised as one from whom men hide their face; and we didn’t respect him.

Yet it pleased Yahweh to bruise him. He has caused him to suffer. When you make his soul an offering for sin, he will see his offspring. He will prolong his days and Yahweh’s pleasure will prosper in his hand.

For I will not contend forever, neither will I always be angry; for the spirit would faint before me, and the souls whom I have made.

I said, “My strength has perished, along with my expectation from Yahweh.”

The breath of our nostrils, the anointed of Yahweh, was taken in their pits; of whom we said, under his shadow we will live among the nations.

then I will bring you down with those who descend into the pit, to the people of old time, and will make you dwell in the lower parts of the earth, in the places that are desolate of old, with those who go down to the pit, that you be not inhabited; and I will set glory in the land of the living.

but have lifted up yourself against the Lord of heaven; and they have brought the vessels of his house before you, and you and your lords, your wives, and your concubines, have drunk wine from them. You have praised the gods of silver and gold, of bronze, iron, wood, and stone, which don’t see, or hear, or know; and you have not glorified the God in whose hand your breath is, and whose are all your ways.

I went down to the bottoms of the mountains. The earth barred me in forever: yet have you brought up my life from the pit, Yahweh my God.

“Awake, sword, against my shepherd, and against the man who is close to me,” says Yahweh of Armies. “Strike the shepherd, and the sheep will be scattered; and I will turn my hand against the little ones.

Jesus answered, “A certain man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and he fell among robbers, who both stripped him and beat him, and departed, leaving him half dead.

Being in agony he prayed more earnestly. His sweat became like great drops of blood falling down on the ground.

For while we were yet weak, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly.

Yes, we ourselves have had the sentence of death within ourselves, that we should not trust in ourselves, but in God who raises the dead,

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.

For as the body apart from the spirit is dead, even so faith apart from works is dead.