Job 6:11
What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?
What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?
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12Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?
13Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
8Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
9Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
10Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
15And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
18Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
19I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
14Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in mine hand?
15Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him.
18And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the LORD:
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
7And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.
13O that thou wouldest hide me in the grave, that thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, that thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!
14If a man die, shall he live again? all the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change come.
15So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.
16I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
17What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?
4As for me, is my complaint to man? and if it were so, why should not my spirit be troubled?
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
2Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?
4LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am.
5Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.
47Remember how short my time is: wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
6Will he plead against me with his great power? No; but he would put strength in me.
1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
11Seeing there be many things that increase vanity, what is man the better?
29If I be wicked, why then labour I in vain?
19If I speak of strength, lo, he is strong: and if of judgment, who shall set me a time to plead?
23He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
12Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
18When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.
13O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.
6Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased?
22When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
10I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
1My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
20I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?
21And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.
19Who is he that will plead with me? for now, if I hold my tongue, I shall give up the ghost.
6Is not this thy fear, thy confidence, thy hope, and the uprightness of thy ways?
2Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
3For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
5Are thy days as the days of man? are thy years as man's days,
9Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
27If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and comfort myself:
12Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?