Job 6:12
Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brasse?
Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brasse?
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10Then 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.
11What power haue I that I should endure? or what is mine end, if I should prolong my life?
13Is it not so, that there is in me no helpe? and that strength is taken from me?
18(40:13) His bones are like staues of brasse, and his small bones like staues of yron.
4My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
15My strength is dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
2For whereto shoulde the strength of their handes haue serued mee, seeing age perished in them?
14Wherefore doe I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my soule in mine hande?
19If we speake of strength, behold, he is strog: if we speake of iudgement, who shall bring me in to pleade?
8(40:3) Wilt thou disanul my iudgement? or wilt thou condemne me, that thou mayst be iustified?
9(40:4) Or hast thou an arme like God? or doest thou thunder with a voyce like him?
18And I saide, My strength & mine hope is perished from the Lord,
6Would he plead against me with his great power? No, but he would put strength in me.
26My flesh fayleth and mine heart also: but God is the strength of mine heart, and my portion for euer.
2Yron is taken out of the dust, and brasse is molten out of the stone.
12Shall the yron breake the yron, and the brasse that commeth from the North?
5Are thy dayes as mans dayes? Or thy yeres, as the time of man,
6That thou inquirest of mine iniquitie, and searchest out my sinne?
10Mine heart panteth: my strength faileth me, and the light of mine eyes, euen they are not mine owne.
19Wil he regard thy riches? he regardeth not golde, nor all them that excel in strength.
4Doe I direct my talke to man? If it were so, how should not my spirit be troubled?
27(41:18) He esteemeth yron as strawe, and brasse as rotten wood.
15Where is then now mine hope? or who shal consider the thing, that I hoped for?
18For the great vehemencie is my garment changed, which compasseth me about as the colar of my coate.
19He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like ashes and dust.
22Let mine arme fal from my shoulder, & mine arme be broken from the bone.
12Am I a sea or a whalefish, that thou keepest me in warde?
5For the voyce of my groning my bones doe cleaue to my skinne.
20Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
17What is man, that thou doest magnifie him, and that thou settest thine heart vpon him?
23He abated my strength in the way, and shortened my dayes.
18I would haue comforted my selfe against sorowe, but mine heart is heauie in me.
1My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
4Lord, let me know mine ende, and the measure of my dayes, what it is: let mee knowe howe long I haue to liue.
24If I made gold mine hope, or haue sayd to the wedge of golde, Thou art my confidence,
12Why did the knees preuent me? and why did I sucke the breasts?
6Is not this thy feare, thy confidence, thy pacience, and the vprightnesse of thy wayes?
2Haue mercie vpon me, O Lorde, for I am weake: O Lord heale me, for my bones are vexed.
2For thou art the God of my strength: why hast thou put me away? why goe I so mourning, when the enemie oppresseth me?
3Lorde, what is man that thou regardest him! or the sonne of man that thou thinkest vpon him!
2Whom helpest thou? him that hath no power? sauest thou the arme that hath no strength?
3For it woulde be nowe heauier then the sande of the sea: therefore my wordes are swallowed vp.
23(41:14) The members of his bodie are ioyned: they are strong in themselues, and cannot be mooued.
11Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and ioyned me together with bones and sinewes.
5My flesh is clothed with wormes and filthinesse of the dust: my skinne is rent, and become horrible.
8I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart.
13From aboue hath hee sent fire into my bones, which preuaile against them: he hath spred a net for my feete, and turned me backe: hee hath made me desolate, and daily in heauinesse.
3For my dayes are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burnt like an herthe.
9What profite is there in my blood, when I go downe to the pit? shall the dust giue thankes vnto thee? or shall it declare thy trueth?