Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



And he wears out like a rotten thing, like a garment that a moth eats.




How much less in those who live in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth?

He builds his house like a moth, and like a booth that a watchman makes.

Behold, the Lord Jehovah will help Me; who is he who shall condemn Me? Lo, they all shall wear out like a garment; the moth shall eat them.

And he wears out like a rotten thing, like a garment that a moth eats.


Therefore I am as a moth to Ephraim, and to the house of Judah as rottenness.


Behold, the Lord Jehovah will help Me; who is he who shall condemn Me? Lo, they all shall wear out like a garment; the moth shall eat them.

And he wears out like a rotten thing, like a garment that a moth eats.

Therefore I am as a moth to Ephraim, and to the house of Judah as rottenness.

For the moth shall eat them up like a garment, and the worm shall eat them like wool; but My righteousness shall be forever, and My salvation from generation to generation.


And he wears out like a rotten thing, like a garment that a moth eats.


Surely I would speak to the Almighty, and I desire to argue my case before God.

Listen carefully to my words, and let what I say be in your ears. Behold now, I have set my cause in order; I know that I shall be justified. Who is he that will plead for me, for now, I would be quiet and expire. read more.
Only do not do two things to me; then I will not hide myself from You. Withdraw Your hand far from me, and let not Your fear make me afraid. Then call, and I will answer; or let me speak, and answer You me. How many are my iniquities and sins? Make known my transgressions and my sin. Why do You hide Your face, and hold me for Your enemy? Will You terrify a leaf driven to and fro? Will You pursue the dry stubble? For You write bitter things against me, and make me to possess the sins of my youth. You put my feet also in the stocks, and look closely to all my paths; You set a limit for the soles of my feet. And he wears out like a rotten thing, like a garment that a moth eats.