Job 7:16
I loathe [my life] ; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.
I loathe [my life] ; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.
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15So that my soul chooseth strangling, And death rather than [these] my bones.
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,
17So I hated life, because the work that is wrought under the sun was grievous unto me; for all is vanity and a striving after wind.
18And I hated all my labor wherein I labored under the sun, seeing that I must leave it unto the man that shall be after me.
1My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
1My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak 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.
3So am I made to possess months of misery, And wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.
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.
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.
11What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is mine end, that I should be patient?
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.
47Oh remember how short my time is: For what vanity hast thou created all the children of men!
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.
11I 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.
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.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, Even the thoughts of my heart.
17What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him, And that thou shouldest set thy mind upon him,
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.
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.
22For when a few years are come, I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
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.
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 [
21I am perfect; I regard not myself; I despise my life.
19How long wilt thou not look away from me, Nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
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.
15All this have I seen in my days of vanity: there is a righteous man that perisheth in his righteousness, and there is a wicked man that prolongeth [his life] in his evil-doing.
7But now he hath made me weary: Thou hast made desolate all my company.
4Man is like to vanity: His days are as a shadow that passeth away.
24I said, O my God, take me not away in the midst of my days: Thy years are throughout all generations.
13Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go hence, and be no more.
4As for me, is my complaint to man? And why should I not be impatient?
21Who long for death, but it cometh not, And dig for it more than for hid treasures;
5Far be it from me that I should justify you: Till I die I will not put away mine integrity from me.
6My righteousness I hold fast, and will not let it go: My heart shall not reproach [me] so long as I live.
10Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
8Yea, if a man live many years, let him rejoice in them all; but let him remember the days of darkness, for they shall be many. All that cometh is vanity.
5Let the enemy pursue my soul, and overtake it; Yea, let him tread my life down to the earth, And lay my glory in the dust. {{Selah