Job 6:11
What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is mine end, that I should be patient?
What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is mine end, that I should be patient?
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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?
8Oh that I might have my request; And that God would grant [me] the thing that I long for!
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.
15Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
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.
20Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
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.
18And I said, My strength is perished, and mine expectation from Jehovah.
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.
7And now, Lord, what wait I for? My hope is in thee.
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.
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.
17What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him, And that thou shouldest set thy mind upon him,
4As for me, is my complaint to man? And why should I not be impatient?
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.
2Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.
4Jehovah, make me to know mine end, And the measure of my days, what it is; Let me know how frail I am.
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 [
47Oh remember how short my time is: For what vanity hast thou created all the children of men!
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, Even the thoughts of my heart.
6Would he contend with me in the greatness of his power? Nay; but he would give heed unto me.
1My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
11Seeing there are many things that increase vanity, what is man the better?
29I shall be condemned; Why then do I labor in vain?
19If [we speak] of strength, lo, [he is] mighty! And if of justice, Who, [saith he], will summon me?
23He weakened my strength in the way; He shortened my days.
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.
13Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go hence, and be no more.
6Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged; And though I forbear, what am I eased?
22For when a few years are come, I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
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.
1My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
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.
19Who is he that will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the ghost.
6Is not thy fear [of God] thy confidence, [And] the integrity of thy ways thy hope?
2Oh that my vexation were but weighed, And all my calamity laid in the balances!
3For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas: Therefore have my words been rash.
5Are thy days as the days of man, Or thy years as man's days,
9Behold, the hope of him is in vain: Will not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
27If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will put off my [sad] countenance, and be of good cheer;
12Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should suck?