Job 17:11
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, Even the thoughts of my heart.
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, Even the thoughts of my heart.
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12 They change the night into day: The light, [say they], is near unto the darkness.
13 If I look for Sheol as my house; If I have spread my couch in the darkness;
1 My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
10 But as for you all, come on now again; And I shall not find a wise man among you.
20 Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
21 Before I go whence I shall not return, [Even] to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
7 Oh remember that my life is a breath: Mine eye shall no more see good.
10 I said, In the noontide of my days I shall go into the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
11 I said, I shall not see Jehovah, [even] Jehovah in the land of the living: I shall behold man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
12 My 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.
13 I quieted [myself] until morning; as a lion, so he breaketh all my bones: From day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, And my years with sighing: My strength faileth because of mine iniquity, And my bones are wasted away.
10 My heart throbbeth, my strength faileth me: As for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; My heart within me is desolate.
25 Now my days are swifter than a post: They flee away, they see no good,
11 My days are like a shadow that declineth; And I am withered like grass.
11 He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he hath made me desolate.
23 He weakened my strength in the way; He shortened my days.
7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, And all my members are as a shadow.
16 And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
16 I loathe [my life] ; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.
17 And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace; I forgat prosperity.
18 And I said, My strength is perished, and mine expectation from Jehovah.
10 He hath broken me down on every side, and I am gone; And my hope hath he plucked up like a tree.
12 I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.
3 For my days consume away like smoke, And my bones are burned as a firebrand.
13 Is it not that I have no help in me, And that wisdom is driven quite from me?
7 But now he hath made me weary: Thou hast made desolate all my company.
20 My tent is destroyed, and all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth from me, and they are not: there is none to spread my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
47 Oh remember how short my time is: For what vanity hast thou created all the children of men!
20 Therefore I turned about to cause my heart to despair concerning all the labor wherein I had labored under the sun.
4 Jehovah, make me to know mine end, And the measure of my days, what it is; Let me know how frail I am.
5 Behold, thou hast made my days [as] handbreadths; And my life-time is as nothing before thee: Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. {{Selah [
11 What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is mine end, that I should be patient?
21 For my soul was grieved, And I was pricked in my heart:
22 For when a few years are come, I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
8 He hath walled up my way that I cannot pass, And hath set darkness in my paths.
18 Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me.
17 For I am ready to fall, And my sorrow is continually before me.
5 I have considered the days of old, The years of ancient times.
4 Man is like to vanity: His days are as a shadow that passeth away.
2 Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.
17 Because I was not cut off before the darkness, Neither did he cover the thick darkness from my face.
4 His breath goeth forth, he returneth to his earth; In that very day his thoughts perish.
9 He hath walled up my ways with hewn stone; he hath made my paths crooked.
16 When I thought how I might know this, It was too painful for me;
15 That which is crooked cannot be made straight; and that which is wanting cannot be numbered.
15 Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
16 As for me, I have not hastened from being a shepherd after thee; neither have I desired the woeful day; thou knowest: that which came out of my lips was before thy face.