Job 10:20
Are not my days few? Leave me alone, so I may have a moment of relief.
Are not my days few? Leave me alone, so I may have a moment of relief.
Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
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Shall not my short life come soone to an ende? O holde the fro me, let me alone, that I maye ease myself a litle:
Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
Are not my dayes fewe? Let him then leaue of fro me, and let me a lone, that I may comfort my selfe a litle,
[Are] not my days few? cease [then, and] let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
Aren't my days few? Cease then, Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
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,
Aren't my days few? Cease then. Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
Are not my days few? Cease, then, and leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
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21 Before I go, never to return, to a land of darkness and deep shadow.
18 Why then did You bring me out of the womb? I wish I had died and no eye had seen me.
19 If only I had never existed, carried straight from the womb to the grave.
9 That God would be willing to crush me, to let loose His hand and cut me off!
10 It would still be my comfort— I would even exult in the midst of unrelenting pain— for I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
11 What is my strength, that I should hope? What is my end, that I should prolong my life?
22 For only a few years will come, and the path I take will never return.
15 I prefer strangling and death rather than this body of mine.
16 I despise my life; I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
13 Hear my prayer, LORD, and give ear to my cry; do not be silent to my tears, for I am a sojourner with You, a temporary resident like all my fathers.
27 If I say, 'I will forget my complaint, I will change my expression and smile,'
1 My spirit is broken, my days have faded away, and the grave is ready for me.
13 If only you would hide me in the grave and conceal me till your anger has passed! If you would set me a time and then remember me!
14 If someone dies, will they live again? All the days of my hard service I will wait for my renewal to come.
1 I am disgusted with my life; I will give voice to my complaint and speak out in the bitterness of my soul.
2 I will say to God: Do not condemn me; tell me why You contend with me.
11 My days have passed, my plans are broken off, and the desires of my heart are gone.
10 I said, "In the prime of my life I must go through the gates of Sheol; I am deprived of the rest of my years."
13 Be silent and let me speak. Whatever happens to me, let it come!
14 Why should I take my flesh in my teeth and put my life in my hands?
15 Though He slay me, yet I will hope in Him. Nevertheless, I will defend my ways before Him.
20 If I have sinned, what have I done to you, you who see everything we do? Why have you made me your target? Have I become a burden to you?
21 Why do you not pardon my offenses and forgive my sins? For I will soon lie down in the dust; you will search for me, but I will be no more.
17 Yet I am not silenced by the darkness or by the deep gloom that covers my face.
19 Who can contend with me? For now, if I am silent, I will perish.
20 Only grant me these two things, so that I will not hide myself from You:
4 Is my complaint directed to a man? Why then should my spirit not be impatient?
12 My dwelling is pulled up and taken from me, like a shepherd's tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver rolls a cloth; He cuts me off from the loom. Day and night You bring me to an end.
18 My grief is beyond healing; my heart is faint within me.
13 Indeed, there is no help in me, and ability has been driven from me.
6 My days pass more swiftly than a weaver's shuttle, and they come to an end without hope.
7 Remember that my life is but a breath; my eyes will never see good again.
13 When I think my bed will comfort me, and my couch will ease my complaint,
5 Are Your days like the days of a human? Are Your years like those of a strong man?
13 If I hope for Sheol as my home, and I make my bed in darkness,
23 when peoples and kingdoms gather together to serve the LORD.
24 He has afflicted my strength in the way; he has shortened my days.
11 Therefore, I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
3 Now, O LORD, please take my life from me, for it is better for me to die than to live.
10 I am mute; I will not open my mouth because You have done this.
4 My heart grew hot within me; as I meditated, the fire burned. Then I spoke with my tongue:
47 How long, LORD? Will you hide yourself forever? Will your wrath keep burning like fire?
6 If I speak, my pain is not relieved; and if I refrain, what do I lose?
18 Why did I ever come out of the womb to see trouble and sorrow and to end my days in shame?
15 then where is my hope? And who can see any hope for me?
10 Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am in distress. My eyes grow weak with sorrow, as do my soul and my body.
10 Because it did not shut the doors of my mother's womb, nor hide trouble from my eyes.
7 There the upright could reason with him, and I would be delivered forever from my judge.
2 Oh, that I were as in the months gone by, as in the days when God watched over me,
15 What shall I say? He has spoken to me, and He has done this. I will walk humbly all my years because of this anguish of my soul.