Job 30:2
Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.
Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.
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1But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, Whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
12Upon my right hand rise the rabble; They thrust aside my feet, And they cast up against me their ways of destruction.
13They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, [Even] men that have no helper.
11What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is mine end, that I should be patient?
12Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
13Is it not that I have no help in me, And that wisdom is driven quite from me?
9Cast me not off in the time of old age; Forsake me not when my strength faileth.
10With us are both the gray-headed and the very aged men, Much elder than thy father.
11Are the consolations of God too small for thee, Even the word that is gentle toward thee?
3They are gaunt with want and famine; They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness and desolation.
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.
2How hast thou helped him that is without power! How hast thou saved the arm that hath no strength!
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, Even the thoughts of my heart.
23He weakened my strength in the way; He shortened my days.
18Even young children despise me; If I arise, they speak against me.
21If I have lifted up my hand against the fatherless, Because I saw my help in the gate:
22Then let my shoulder fall from the shoulder-blade, And mine arm be broken from the bone.
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.
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
7But now he hath made me weary: Thou hast made desolate all my company.
8And thou hast laid fast hold on me, [which] is a witness [against me] : And my leanness riseth up against me, It testifieth to my face.
20Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
7Wherefore do the wicked live, Become old, yea, wax mighty in power?
18Yea, even when I am old and grayheaded, O God, forsake me not, Until I have declared thy strength unto [the next] generation, Thy might to every one that is to come.
30Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall:
24Howbeit doth not one stretch out the hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd; And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
14Wherefore should I take my flesh in my teeth, And put my life in my hand?
20He removeth the speech of the trusty, And taketh away the understanding of the elders.
5Behold, 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 [
10My heart throbbeth, my strength faileth me: As for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
29The glory of young men is their strength; And the beauty of old men is the hoary head.
8The young men saw me and hid themselves, And the aged rose up and stood;
15Though I have taught and strengthened their arms, yet do they devise mischief against me.
4For there are no pangs in their death; But their strength is firm.
2Oh that I were as in the months of old, As in the days when God watched over me;
19Will thy cry avail, [that thou be] not in distress, Or all the forces of [thy] strength?
1My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
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.
22For when a few years are come, I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
22Yea, his soul draweth near unto the pit, And his life to the destroyers.
4As I was in the ripeness of my days, When the friendship of God was upon my tent;
15Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
19O Jehovah, my strength, and my stronghold, and my refuge in the day of affliction, unto thee shall the nations come from the ends of the earth, and shall say, Our fathers have inherited nought but lies, [even] vanity and things wherein there is no profit.
25If I have rejoiced because my wealth was great, And because my hand had gotten much;
15What is the Almighty, that we should serve him? And what profit should we have, if we pray unto him?
16Lo, their prosperity is not in their hand: The counsel of the wicked is far from me.
16I loathe [my life] ; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.
29and if ye take this one also from me, and harm befall him, ye will bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to Sheol.
21Thou art turned to be cruel to me; With the might of thy hand thou persecutest me.