Job 30:2
Even the strength of their hands is useless to me; their vigor has perished.
Even the strength of their hands is useless to me; their vigor has perished.
Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?
Indeed, how might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age has perished?
Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?
The power & stregth of their hades might do me no good, & as for their age, it is spet & past awaye without eny profit.
For whereto shoulde the strength of their handes haue serued mee, seeing age perished in them?
For wherto might the strength of their handes haue serued me? for the time was but lost among them.
Yea, whereto [might] the strength of their hands [profit] me, in whom old age was perished?
Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, Men in whom ripe age has perished?
Also -- the power of their hands, why `is it' to me? On them hath old age perished.
Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.
Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.
Of what use is the strength of their hands to me? all force is gone from them.
Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
Moreover, the strength of their hands– what use was it to me? Men whose strength had perished;
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1But now, those younger than I mock me—people whose fathers I would have refused to place with my sheepdogs.
12On my right-hand side, the mob rises up; they push away my feet and build up their ways of destruction against me.
13They tear up my path; they help advance my ruin, even though no one comes to assist them.
11What is my strength, that I should hope? What is my end, that I should prolong my life?
12Is my strength the strength of stones? Is my flesh made of bronze?
13Indeed, there is no help in me, and ability has been driven from me.
9Do not cast me away when I am old; do not forsake me when my strength is gone.
10Both the gray-haired and the aged are among us, men much older than your father.
11Are the consolations of God too trivial for you, or a word spoken gently with you?
3They are gaunt from poverty and hunger; they gnaw the dry ground in desolate wastelands.
10Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am in distress. My eyes grow weak with sorrow, as do my soul and my body.
2How have you helped the powerless and saved the arm without strength?
11My days have passed, my plans are broken off, and the desires of my heart are gone.
23when peoples and kingdoms gather together to serve the LORD.
18Even little children despise me; when I rise, they speak against me.
21If I have raised my hand against the fatherless, because I saw my support in the gate,
22then let my shoulder fall from its socket, and let my arm be broken off at the joint.
10I said, "In the prime of my life I must go through the gates of Sheol; I am deprived of the rest of my years."
4He has worn away my flesh and my skin; He has broken my bones.
7Surely now, God has worn me out; you have devastated my entire household.
8You have bound me up as a witness; my gauntness rises up and testifies against me.
20Are not my days few? Leave me alone, so I may have a moment of relief.
7Why do the wicked live on, grow old, and increase in power?
18Even when I am old and my hair turns gray, O God, do not forsake me, until I declare your power to the next generation, your mighty acts to all who are to come.
30Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall;
24Surely one does not stretch out a hand in ruin or cry for help in disaster.
15I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax; it melts within me.
14Why should I take my flesh in my teeth and put my life in my hands?
20He silences the speech of the trustworthy and takes away the discernment of the elders.
5LORD, let me know my end and the number of my days, so I may understand how fleeting my life is.
10O Lord, all my desires are before you, and my sighing is not hidden from you.
29The glory of young men is their strength, and the splendor of old men is their gray hair.
8the young men saw me and stepped aside, and the aged stood and rose to their feet.
15I disciplined them and strengthened their arms, yet they devise evil against me.
4They have no struggles; their bodies are healthy and strong.
2Oh, that I were as in the months gone by, as in the days when God watched over me,
19Will your cry for help set things in order in distress, or will your exertions of strength suffice?
1My spirit is broken, my days have faded away, and the grave is ready for me.
12My 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.
22For only a few years will come, and the path I take will never return.
22Their soul draws near to the pit, and their life to the messengers of death.
4I was as in the prime of my life, when the intimate friendship of God was over my tent.
15then where is my hope? And who can see any hope for me?
19LORD, my strength and my fortress, my refuge in the day of trouble! Nations will come to You from the ends of the earth and say, 'Our ancestors inherited nothing but lies, worthless idols that do not profit at all.'
25if I rejoiced because my wealth was abundant or because my hand had obtained much,
15What is the Almighty, that we should serve him? What would we profit if we entreat him?
16But their prosperity is not in their own hands, so the counsel of the wicked is far from me.
16I despise my life; I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
29'If you take this one also from me and harm comes to him, you will bring my gray hair down to the grave in sorrow.'
21You have turned cruel to me; with Your strong hand, You oppose me.