Verse 11

What power haue I to endure? Or? what is myne ende, that my soule might be paciet?

Referenced Verses

  • Job 17:1 : 1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
  • Ps 39:5 : 5 LORDE, let me knowe myne ende, and the nombre of my dayes: that I maye be certified what I wante.
  • Ps 102:23 : 23 He hath brought downe my strength in my iourney, and shortened my dayes.
  • Ps 103:14-16 : 14 For he knoweth wherof we be made, he remembreth that we are but dust. 15 That a man in his tyme is but as is grasse, & florisheth as a floure of the felde. 16 For as soone as the wynde goeth ouer it, it gone, and the place therof knoweth it nomore.
  • Ps 90:5-9 : 5 As soone as thou scatrest them, they are euen as a slepe, and fade awaye sodenly like the grasse. 6 In the mornynge it is grene and groweth vp, but in the euenynge it is cutt downe and wythered. 7 For we consume awaye in thy displeasure, and are afrayed at thy wrothfull indignacion. 8 Thou settest oure mi?dedes before the, and oure secrete synnes in the light of thy countenaunce. 9 For when thou art angrie, all or dayes are gone, we brynge or yeares to an ende, as it were a tayle that is tolde. 10 The dayes of oure age are iij. score yeares & ten: & though men be so stronge that they come to iiij. score yeares, yet is their strength then but laboure and sorowe: so soone passeth it awaye, & we are gone.
  • Job 17:14-16 : 14 I call corrupcion my father, and the wormes call I my mother and my sister. 15 What helpeth then my longe tarienge? Or, who wil fulfill the thinge, that I loke for? 16 All that I haue, shall go downe in to the pytt, & lye with me in the dust.
  • Job 21:4 : 4 Is it with a man, that I make this disputacio? Which yf it were so, shulde not my sprete be the in sore trouble?
  • Job 7:5-7 : 5 My flesh is clothed with wormes, fylthinesse and dust: my skynne is wythered, and crompled together: 6 my dayes passe ouer more spedely, the a weeuer can weeue out his webbe, and are gone, or I am awarre. 7 O remembre, that my life is but a wynde, ad that myne eye shal nomore se the pleasures
  • Job 10:20 : 20 Shall not my short life come soone to an ende? O holde the fro me, let me alone, that I maye ease myself a litle:
  • Job 13:25 : 25 Wilt thou be so cruell & extreme vnto a flyenge leaf, and folowe vpon drye stubble?
  • Job 13:28 : 28 where as I (notwithstondinge) must consume like as a foule carion, and as a cloth that is moth eaten.