Job 6:11
What power haue I that I should endure? or what is mine end, if I should prolong my life?
What power haue I that I should endure? or what is mine end, if I should prolong my life?
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12 Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brasse?
13 Is it not so, that there is in me no helpe? and that strength is taken from me?
8 Oh that I might haue my desire, and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
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.
15 Where is then now mine hope? or who shal consider the thing, that I hoped for?
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!
20 Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
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.
18 And I saide, My strength & mine hope is perished from the Lord,
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.
7 And now Lord, what wait I for? mine hope is euen in thee.
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.
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.
17 What is man, that thou doest magnifie him, and that thou settest thine heart vpon him?
4 Doe I direct my talke to man? If it were so, how should not my spirit be troubled?
10 For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
2 For whereto shoulde the strength of their handes haue serued mee, seeing age perished in them?
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.
5 Beholde, 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.
47 Remember of what time I am: wherefore shouldest thou create in vaine all the children of men?
11 My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
6 Would he plead against me with his great power? No, but he would put strength in me.
1 My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
11 (7:1) Svrely there be many things that increase vanitie: and what auaileth it man?
29 If I be wicked, why labour I thus in vaine?
19 If we speake of strength, behold, he is strog: if we speake of iudgement, who shall bring me in to pleade?
23 He abated my strength in the way, and shortened my dayes.
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 Stay thine anger from me, that I may recouer my strength, before I go hence and be not.
6 Though I speake, my sorow can not be asswaged: though I cease, what release haue I?
22 For the yeeres accounted come, and I shal go the way, whence I shall not returne.
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.
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.
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.
19 Who is he, that will pleade with me? for if I nowe holde my tongue, I dye.
6 Is not this thy feare, thy confidence, thy pacience, and the vprightnesse of thy wayes?
2 Oh that my griefe were well weighed, and my miseries were layed together in the balance.
3 For it woulde be nowe heauier then the sande of the sea: therefore my wordes are swallowed vp.
5 Are thy dayes as mans dayes? Or thy yeres, as the time of man,
9 (40:28) Behold, his hope is in vaine: for shal not one perish euen at the sight of him?
27 If I say, I wil forget my complaynt, I will cease from my wrath, and comfort mee,
12 Why did the knees preuent me? and why did I sucke the breasts?