Job 10:20
Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
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21Before I go whence I shall not return, [Even] to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
18Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me.
19I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
9Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
10And be it still my consolation, Yea, let me exult in pain that spareth not, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
11What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is mine end, that I should be patient?
22For when a few years are come, I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
15So that my soul chooseth strangling, And death rather than [these] my bones.
16I loathe [my life] ; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.
13Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go hence, and be no more.
27If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will put off my [sad] countenance, and be of good cheer;
1My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
13Oh that thou wouldest hide me in Sheol, That thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, That thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!
14If a man die, shall he live [again] ? All the days of my warfare would I wait, Till my release should come.
1My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; Show me wherefore thou contendest with me.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, Even the thoughts of my heart.
10I said, In the noontide of my days I shall go into the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
13Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak; And let come on me what will.
14Wherefore should I take my flesh in my teeth, And put my life in my hand?
15Behold, he will slay me; I have no hope: Nevertheless I will maintain my ways before him.
20If I have sinned, what do I unto thee, O thou watcher of men? Why hast thou set me as a mark for thee, So that I am a burden to myself?
21And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust; And thou wilt seek me diligently, but I shall not be.
17Because I was not cut off before the darkness, Neither did he cover the thick darkness from my face.
19Who is he that will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the ghost.
20Only do not two things unto me; Then will I not hide myself from thy face:
4As for me, is my complaint to man? And why should I not be impatient?
12My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me as a shepherd's tent: I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life; he will cut me off from the loom: From day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
18Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me.
13Is it not that I have no help in me, And that wisdom is driven quite from me?
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
7Oh remember that my life is a breath: Mine eye shall no more see good.
13When I say, My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint;
5Are thy days as the days of man, Or thy years as man's days,
13If I look for Sheol as my house; If I have spread my couch in the darkness;
23He weakened my strength in the way; He shortened my days.
24I said, O my God, take me not away in the midst of my days: Thy years are throughout all generations.
11Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
3Therefore now, O Jehovah, take, I beseech thee, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live.
10Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
4Jehovah, make me to know mine end, And the measure of my days, what it is; Let me know how frail I am.
47Oh remember how short my time is: For what vanity hast thou created all the children of men!
6Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged; And though I forbear, what am I eased?
18Wherefore came I forth out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
15Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
10For my life is spent with sorrow, And my years with sighing: My strength faileth because of mine iniquity, And my bones are wasted away.
10Because it shut not up the doors of my [mother's] womb, Nor hid trouble from mine eyes.
7There the upright might reason with him; So should I be delivered for ever from my judge.
2Oh that I were as in the months of old, As in the days when God watched over me;
15What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it: I shall go softly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul.