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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12 They are changing night into day; they say, The light is near the dark.
13 If I am waiting for the underworld as my house, if I have made my bed in the dark;
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
10 But come back, now, all of you, come; and I will not see a wise man among you.
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,
21 Before I go to the place from which I will not come back, to the land where all is dark and black,
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.
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.
11 I 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.
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.
13 I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones.
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 My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
4 Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
25 My days go quicker than a post-runner: they go in flight, they see no good.
11 My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.
11 By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
23 He has taken my strength from me in the way; he has made short my days.
7 My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
16 But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
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.
17 My soul is sent far away from peace, I have no more memory of good.
18 And I said, My strength is cut off, and my hope from the Lord.
10 I am broken down by him on every side, and I am gone; my hope is uprooted like a tree.
12 I have gone from men's minds and memory like a dead man; I am like a broken vessel.
3 My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.
13 I have no help in myself, and wisdom is completely gone from me.
7 But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.
20 My 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.
47 See how short my time is; why have you made all men for no purpose?
20 So my mind was turned to grief for all the trouble I had taken and all my wisdom under the sun.
4 Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am.
5 You 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.)
11 Have I strength to go on waiting, or have I any end to be looking forward to?
21 My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
22 For in a short time I will take the journey from which I will not come back.
8 My way is walled up by him so that I may not go by: he has made my roads dark.
18 Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
17 My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
5 My thoughts go back to the days of the past, to the years which are gone.
4 Man is like a breath: his life is like a shade which is quickly gone.
2 Of what use is the strength of their hands to me? all force is gone from them.
17 For I am overcome by the dark, and by the black night which is covering my face.
4 Man's breath goes out, he is turned back again to dust; in that day all his purposes come to an end.
9 He has put up a wall of cut stones about my ways, he has made my roads twisted.
16 When my thoughts were turned to see the reason of this, it was a weariness in my eyes;
15 That which is bent may not be made straight, and that which is not there may not be numbered.
15 Where then is my hope? and who will see my desire?
16 As 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.