Job 10:20
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 cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
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21 Before I goe and shall not returne, euen to the land of darkenesse and shadow of death:
18 Wherfore then hast thou brought me out of the wombe? Oh that I had perished, and that none eye had seene me!
19 And that I were as I had not bene, but brought from the wombe to the graue!
9 That is, that God would destroy me: that he would let his hand go, and cut me off.
10 Then should I yet haue comfort, (though I burne with sorowe, let him not spare) because I haue not denyed the wordes of the Holy one.
11 What power haue I that I should endure? or what is mine end, if I should prolong my life?
22 For the yeeres accounted come, and I shal go the way, whence I shall not returne.
15 Therefore my soule chuseth rather to be strangled and to die, then to be in my bones.
16 I abhorre it, I shall not liue alway: spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
13 Stay thine anger from me, that I may recouer my strength, before I go hence and be not.
27 If I say, I wil forget my complaynt, I will cease from my wrath, and comfort mee,
1 My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
13 Oh that thou wouldest hide me in the graue, and keepe me secret, vntill thy wrath were past, and wouldest giue me terme, and remember me.
14 If a man die, shall he liue againe? All the dayes of mine appointed time will I waite, till my changing shall come.
1 My soule is cut off though I liue: I wil leaue my complaint vpon my selfe, & wil speake in the bitternesse of my soule.
2 I will say vnto God, Condemne mee not: shew me, wherefore thou contendest with mee.
11 My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
10 I saide in the cutting off of my dayes, I shall goe to the gates of the graue: I am depriued of the residue of my yeeres.
13 Holde your tongues in my presence, that I may speake, and let come vpon what will.
14 Wherefore doe I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my soule in mine hande?
15 Loe, though he slay me, yet will I trust in him, and I will reprooue my wayes in his sight.
20 I haue sinned, what shal I do vnto thee? O thou preseruer of me, why hast thou set me as a marke against thee, so that I am a burden vnto my selfe?
21 And why doest thou not pardon my trespasse? and take away mine iniquitie? for nowe shall I sleepe in the dust, and if thou seekest me in the morning, I shall not be found.
17 For I am not cut off in darknesse, but he hath hid the darkenesse from my face.
19 Who is he, that will pleade with me? for if I nowe holde my tongue, I dye.
20 But doe not these two things vnto me: then will I not hide my selfe from thee.
4 Doe I direct my talke to man? If it were so, how should not my spirit be troubled?
12 Mine habitation is departed, and is remoued from me, like a shepheards tent: I haue cut off like a weauer my life: he will cut me off from the height: from day to night, thou wilt make an ende of me.
18 I would haue comforted my selfe against sorowe, but mine heart is heauie in me.
13 Is it not so, that there is in me no helpe? and that strength is taken from me?
6 My dayes are swifter then a weauers shittle, and they are spent without hope.
7 Remember that my life is but a wind, and that mine eye shall not returne to see pleasure.
13 When I say, My couch shal relieue me, and my bed shall bring comfort in my meditation,
5 Are thy dayes as mans dayes? Or thy yeres, as the time of man,
13 Though I hope, yet the graue shall bee mine house, and I shal make my bed in the darke.
23 He abated my strength in the way, and shortened my dayes.
24 And I sayd, O my God, take me not away in the middes of my dayes: thy yeeres endure from generation to generation.
11 Therefore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my minde.
3 Therefore nowe O Lorde, take, I beseech thee, my life from me: for it is better for me to die then to liue.
10 Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand.
4 Lord, let me know mine ende, and the measure of my dayes, what it is: let mee knowe howe long I haue to liue.
47 Remember of what time I am: wherefore shouldest thou create in vaine all the children of men?
6 Though I speake, my sorow can not be asswaged: though I cease, what release haue I?
18 How is it, that I came forth of the wombe, to see labour and sorowe, that my dayes shoulde be consumed with shame?
15 Where is then now mine hope? or who shal consider the thing, that I hoped for?
10 For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
10 Because it shut not vp the dores of my mothers wombe: nor hid sorowe from mine eyes.
7 There the righteous might reason with him, so I shoulde be deliuered for euer from my Iudge.
2 Oh that I were as in times past, when God preserued me!
15 What shall I say? for he hath said it to me, and he hath done it: I shall walke weakely all my yeeres in the bitternesse of my soule.