Job 17:11
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
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12They are changing night into day; they say, The light is near the dark.
13If I am waiting for the underworld as my house, if I have made my bed in the dark;
1My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
10But come back, now, all of you, come; and I will not see a wise man among you.
20Are 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,
21Before I go to the place from which I will not come back, to the land where all is dark and black,
6My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.
7O, keep in mind that my life is wind: my eye will never again see good.
10I 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.
11I said, I will not see the Lord, even the Lord in the land of the living: I will not see man again or those living in the world.
12My 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.
13I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones.
10My 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.
10My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
4Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
25My days go quicker than a post-runner: they go in flight, they see no good.
11My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.
11By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
23He has taken my strength from me in the way; he has made short my days.
7My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
16But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
16I have no desire for life, I would not be living for ever! Keep away from me, for my days are as a breath.
17My soul is sent far away from peace, I have no more memory of good.
18And I said, My strength is cut off, and my hope from the Lord.
10I am broken down by him on every side, and I am gone; my hope is uprooted like a tree.
12I have gone from men's minds and memory like a dead man; I am like a broken vessel.
3My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.
13I have no help in myself, and wisdom is completely gone from me.
7But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.
20My tent is pulled down and all my cords are broken: my children have gone from me, and they are not: no longer is there anyone to give help in stretching out my tent and hanging up my curtains.
47See how short my time is; why have you made all men for no purpose?
20So my mind was turned to grief for all the trouble I had taken and all my wisdom under the sun.
4Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am.
5You have made my days no longer than a hand's measure; and my years are nothing in your eyes; truly, every man is but a breath. (Selah.)
11Have I strength to go on waiting, or have I any end to be looking forward to?
21My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
22For in a short time I will take the journey from which I will not come back.
8My way is walled up by him so that I may not go by: he has made my roads dark.
18Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
17My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
5My thoughts go back to the days of the past, to the years which are gone.
4Man is like a breath: his life is like a shade which is quickly gone.
2Of what use is the strength of their hands to me? all force is gone from them.
17For I am overcome by the dark, and by the black night which is covering my face.
4Man's breath goes out, he is turned back again to dust; in that day all his purposes come to an end.
9He has put up a wall of cut stones about my ways, he has made my roads twisted.
16When my thoughts were turned to see the reason of this, it was a weariness in my eyes;
15That which is bent may not be made straight, and that which is not there may not be numbered.
15Where then is my hope? and who will see my desire?
16As for me, I have not said; Let the day of trouble come to them quickly; and I have not been hoping for the death-giving day; you have knowledge of what came from my lips; it was open before you.