Job 7:16
I despise my life; I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
I despise my life; I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
I loathe it; I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are vanity.
I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
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I loathe{H3988}{(H8804)} it; I would not live{H2421}{(H8799)} alway{H5769}: let me alone{H2308}{(H8798)}; for my days{H3117} are vanity{H1892}.
I can se no remedy, I shall lyue nomore: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vayne
I abhorre it, I shall not liue alway: spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
I can see no remedy, I shall liue no more: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
I loathe [it]; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days [are] vanity.
I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone; for my days are but a breath.
I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days `are' vanity.
I loathe `my life'; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.
I loathe [my life] ; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.
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 loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
I loathe it; I do not want to live forever; leave me alone, for my days are a vapor!
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15 I prefer strangling and death rather than this body of mine.
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.
20 Are not my days few? Leave me alone, so I may have a moment of relief.
17 So I hated life, because the work done under the sun was grievous to me. For everything is meaningless, a chasing after the wind.
18 I hated all my toil under the sun because I must leave it to the one who comes after me.
1 My spirit is broken, my days have faded away, and the grave is ready for me.
1 I am disgusted with my life; I will give voice to my complaint and speak out 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.
3 so I have been allotted months of futility, and nights of misery have been assigned to me.
4 When I lie down, I think, 'When will I get up?' But the night drags on, and I am filled with tossing till dawn.
5 My body is clothed with worms and scabs; my skin cracks and festers.
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.
8 Oh, that my request would be granted, and that God would fulfill my hope.
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?
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.
47 How long, LORD? Will you hide yourself forever? Will your wrath keep burning like fire?
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."
11 I said, "I will not see the LORD, the LORD, in the land of the living; I will no longer look on humanity or be with those who dwell in the world of the dead."
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.
11 My days have passed, my plans are broken off, and the desires of my heart are gone.
17 What is mankind that you make so much of them, that you give them so much attention,
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.
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.
22 For only a few years will come, and the path I take will never return.
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.
4 My heart grew hot within me; as I meditated, the fire burned. Then I spoke with my tongue:
5 LORD, let me know my end and the number of my days, so I may understand how fleeting my life is.
21 Though I am blameless, I do not even understand myself; I despise my life.
19 Will you never look away from me or leave me alone till I swallow my spit?
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.
15 In my fleeting life, I have seen it all: The righteous perishing in their righteousness, and the wicked living long in their wickedness.
7 Surely now, God has worn me out; you have devastated my entire household.
4 Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
24 He has afflicted my strength in the way; he has shortened my days.
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.
4 Is my complaint directed to a man? Why then should my spirit not be impatient?
21 To those who long for death, but it does not come, and dig for it more than for hidden treasures.
5 Far be it from me to justify you. Until my dying breath, I will not set aside my integrity.
6 I will hold on to my righteousness and not let it go; my conscience will not reproach me as long as I live.
10 I am mute; I will not open my mouth because You have done this.
8 For if a person lives many years, let him rejoice in all of them, but let him remember the days of darkness, for they will be many. All that comes is meaningless.
5 if I have repaid my friend with evil or have plundered my enemy without cause,