Job 10:20
Are not the days of my life small in number? Let your eyes be turned away from me, so that I may have a little pleasure,
Are not the days of my life small in number? Let your eyes be turned away from me, so that I may have a little pleasure,
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21 Before I go to the place from which I will not come back, to the land where all is dark and black,
18 Why then did you make me come out of my mother's body? It would have been better for me to have taken my last breath, and for no eye to have seen me,
19 And for me to have been as if I had not been; to have been taken from my mother's body straight to my last resting-place.
9 If only he would be pleased to put an end to me; and would let loose his hand, so that I might be cut off!
10 So I would still have comfort, and I would have joy in the pains of death, for I have not been false to the words of the Holy One.
11 Have I strength to go on waiting, or have I any end to be looking forward to?
22 For in a short time I will take the journey from which I will not come back.
15 So that a hard death seems better to my soul than my pains.
16 I have no desire for life, I would not be living for ever! Keep away from me, for my days are as a breath.
13 Let your wrath be turned away from me, so that I may be comforted, before I go away from here, and become nothing.
27 If I say, I will put my grief out of mind, I will let my face be sad no longer and I will be bright;
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
13 If only you would keep me safe in the underworld, putting me in a secret place till your wrath is past, giving me a fixed time when I might come to your memory again!
14 If death takes a man, will he come to life again? All the days of my trouble I would be waiting, till the time came for me to be free.
1 My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.
2 I will say to God, Do not put me down as a sinner; make clear to me what you have against me.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
10 I said, In the quiet of my days I am going down into the underworld: the rest of my years are being taken away from me.
13 Keep quiet, and let me say what is in my mind, whatever may come to me.
14 I will take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand.
15 Truly, he will put an end to me; I have no hope; but I will not give way in argument before him;
20 If I have done wrong, what have I done to you, O keeper of men? why have you made me a mark for your blows, so that I am a weariness to myself?
21 And why do you not take away my sin, and let my wrongdoing be ended? for now I go down to the dust, and you will be searching for me with care, but I will be gone.
17 For I am overcome by the dark, and by the black night which is covering my face.
19 Is any one able to take up the argument against me? If so, I would keep quiet and give up my breath.
20 Only two things do not do to me, then I will come before your face:
4 As for me, is my outcry against man? is it then to be wondered at if my spirit is troubled?
12 My resting-place is pulled up and taken away from me like a herdsman's tent: my life is rolled up like a linen-worker's thread; I am cut off from the cloth on the frame: from day even to night you give me up to pain.
18 Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
13 I have no help in myself, and wisdom is completely gone from me.
6 My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.
7 O, keep in mind that my life is wind: my eye will never again see good.
13 When I say, In my bed I will have comfort, there I will get rest from my disease;
5 Are your days as the days of man, or your years like his,
13 If I am waiting for the underworld as my house, if I have made my bed in the dark;
23 He has taken my strength from me in the way; he has made short my days.
24 I will say, O my God, take me not away before my time; your years go on through all generations:
11 So I will not keep my mouth shut; I will let the words come from it in the pain of my spirit, my soul will make a bitter outcry.
3 So now, O Lord, give ear to my prayer and take my life from me; for death is better for me than life.
10 No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
4 Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am.
47 See how short my time is; why have you made all men for no purpose?
6 If I say what is in my mind, my pain becomes no less: and if I keep quiet, how much of it goes from me?
18 Why did I come from my mother's body to see pain and sorrow, so that my days might be wasted with shame?
15 Where then is my hope? and who will see my desire?
10 My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.
10 Because it did not keep the doors of my mother's body shut, so that trouble might be veiled from my eyes.
7 There an upright man might put his cause before him; and I would be free for ever from my judge.
2 If only I might again be as I was in the months which are past, in the days when God was watching over me!
15 What am I to say? seeing that it is he who has done it: all my time of sleeping I am turning from side to side without rest.