Job 7:16
I have no desire for life, I would not be living for ever! Keep away from me, for my days are as a breath.
I have no desire for life, I would not be living for ever! Keep away from me, for my days are as a breath.
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15 So that a hard death seems better to my soul than my pains.
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.
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,
17 So I was hating life, because everything under the sun was evil to me: all is to no purpose and desire for wind.
18 Hate had I for all my work which I had done, because the man who comes after me will have its fruits.
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
1 My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; 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.
3 So I have for my heritage months of pain to no purpose, and nights of weariness are given to me.
4 When I go to my bed, I say, When will it be time to get up? but the night is long, and I am turning from side to side till morning light.
5 My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
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.
8 If only I might have an answer to my prayer, and God would give me my desire!
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?
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.
47 See how short my time is; why have you made all men for no purpose?
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.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
17 What is man, that you have made him great, and that your attention is fixed on him,
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.
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;
22 For in a short time I will take the journey from which I will not come back.
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.
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.)
21 I have done no wrong; I give no thought to what becomes of me; I have no desire for life.
19 How long will it be before your eyes are turned away from me, so that I may have a minute's breathing-space?
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.
15 These two have I seen in my life which is to no purpose: a good man coming to his end in his righteousness, and an evil man whose days are long in his evil-doing.
7 But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.
4 Man is like a breath: his life is like a shade which is quickly gone.
24 I will say, O my God, take me not away before my time; your years go on through all generations:
13 Let your wrath be turned away from me, so that I may be comforted, before I go away from here, and become nothing.
4 As for me, is my outcry against man? is it then to be wondered at if my spirit is troubled?
21 To those whose desire is for death, but it comes not; who are searching for it more than for secret wealth;
5 Let it be far from me! I will certainly not say that you are right! I will come to death before I give up my righteousness.
6 I will keep it safe, and will not let it go: my heart has nothing to say against any part of my life.
10 No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
8 But even if a man's life is long and he has joy in all his years, let him keep in mind the dark days, because they will be great in number. Whatever may come is to no purpose.
5 Let my hater go after my soul and take it; let my life be crushed to the earth, and my honour into the dust. (Selah.)