Job 17:11
My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
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12Haue changed the nyght for the day, and the light that approched, for darkenesse.
13Though I hope, yet the graue shall bee mine house, and I shal make my bed in the darke.
1My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
10All you therefore turne you, and come nowe, and I shall not finde one wise among you.
20Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
21Before I goe and shall not returne, euen to the land of darkenesse and shadow of death:
6My dayes are swifter then a weauers shittle, and they are spent without hope.
7Remember that my life is but a wind, and that mine eye shall not returne to see pleasure.
10I 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.
11I said, I shall not see the Lord, euen the Lord in the land of the liuing: I shall see man no more among the inhabitants of the world.
12Mine 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.
13I rekoned to the morning: but he brake all my bones, like a lion: from day to night wilt thou make an ende of me.
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
10Mine heart panteth: my strength faileth me, and the light of mine eyes, euen they are not mine owne.
4And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
25My dayes haue bene more swift then a post: they haue fled, and haue seene no good thing.
11My dayes are like a shadowe that fadeth, and I am withered like grasse.
11He hath stopped my wayes, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
23He abated my strength in the way, and shortened my dayes.
7Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
16Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
16I abhorre it, I shall not liue alway: spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
17Thus my soule was farre off from peace: I forgate prosperitie,
18And I saide, My strength & mine hope is perished from the Lord,
10He hath destroyed mee on euery side and I am gone: and he hath remoued mine hope like a tree.
12I am forgotten, as a dead man out of minde: I am like a broken vessell.
3For my dayes are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burnt like an herthe.
13Is it not so, that there is in me no helpe? and that strength is taken from me?
7But now hee maketh mee wearie: O God, thou hast made all my congregation desolate,
20My tabernacle is destroyed, and all my coardes are broken: my children are gone from me, and are not: there is none to spread out my tent any more, and to set vp my curtaines.
47Remember of what time I am: wherefore shouldest thou create in vaine all the children of men?
20Therefore I went about to make mine heart abhorre all the labour, wherein I had trauailed vnder the sunne.
4Lord, let me know mine ende, and the measure of my dayes, what it is: let mee knowe howe long I haue to liue.
5Beholde, thou hast made my dayes as an hand breadth, and mine age as nothing in respect of thee: surely euery man in his best state is altogether vanitie. Selah.
11What power haue I that I should endure? or what is mine end, if I should prolong my life?
21Certainely mine heart was vexed, and I was pricked in my reines:
22For the yeeres accounted come, and I shal go the way, whence I shall not returne.
8Hee hath hedged vp my way that I cannot passe, and he hath set darkenesse in my paths.
18I would haue comforted my selfe against sorowe, but mine heart is heauie in me.
17Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me.
5Then I considered the daies of olde, and the yeeres of ancient time.
4Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.
2For whereto shoulde the strength of their handes haue serued mee, seeing age perished in them?
17For I am not cut off in darknesse, but he hath hid the darkenesse from my face.
4His breath departeth, and he returneth to his earth: then his thoughtes perish.
9He hath stopped vp my wayes with hewen stone, and turned away my paths.
16Then thought I to know this, but it was too painefull for me,
15That which is crooked, can none make straight: and that which faileth, cannot be nombred.
15Where is then now mine hope? or who shal consider the thing, that I hoped for?
16But I haue not thrust in my selfe for a pastour after thee, neither haue I desired the day of miserie, thou knowest: that which came out of my lips, was right before thee.