Job 6:12
Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
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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?
13Is it not that I have no help in me, And that wisdom is driven quite from me?
18His bones are [as] tubes of brass; His limbs are like bars of iron.
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
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.
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.
2Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.
14Wherefore should I take my flesh in my teeth, And put my life in my hand?
19If [we speak] of strength, lo, [he is] mighty! And if of justice, Who, [saith he], will summon me?
8Wilt thou even annul my judgment? Wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayest be justified?
9Or hast thou an arm like God? And canst thou thunder with a voice like him?
18And I said, My strength is perished, and mine expectation from Jehovah.
6Would he contend with me in the greatness of his power? Nay; but he would give heed unto me.
26My flesh and my heart faileth; [But] God is the strength of my heart and my portion for ever.
2Iron is taken out of the earth, And copper is molten out of the stone.
12Can one break iron, even iron from the north, and brass?
5Are thy days as the days of man, Or thy years as man's days,
6That thou inquirest after mine iniquity, And searchest after my sin,
10My heart throbbeth, my strength faileth me: As for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
19Will thy cry avail, [that thou be] not in distress, Or all the forces of [thy] strength?
4As for me, is my complaint to man? And why should I not be impatient?
27He counteth iron as straw, [And] brass as rotten wood.
15Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
18By [God's] great force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
22Then let my shoulder fall from the shoulder-blade, And mine arm be broken from the bone.
12Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, That thou settest a watch over me?
5By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my flesh.
20Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
17What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him, And that thou shouldest set thy mind upon him,
23He weakened my strength in the way; He shortened my days.
18Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me.
1My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
4Jehovah, make me to know mine end, And the measure of my days, what it is; Let me know how frail I am.
24If I have made gold my hope, And have said to the fine gold, [Thou art] my confidence;
12Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should suck?
6Is not thy fear [of God] thy confidence, [And] the integrity of thy ways thy hope?
2Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah; for I am withered away: O Jehovah, heal me; for my bones are troubled.
2For thou art the God of my strength; Why hast thou cast me off? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
3Jehovah, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him? Or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?
2How hast thou helped him that is without power! How hast thou saved the arm that hath no strength!
3For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas: Therefore have my words been rash.
23The flakes of his flesh are joined together: They are firm upon him; They cannot be moved.
11Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, And knit me together with bones and sinews.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.
8I am faint and sore bruised: I have groaned by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
13From on high hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them; He hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: He hath made me desolate and faint all the day.
3For my days consume away like smoke, And my bones are burned as a firebrand.
9What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?