Job 6:12
Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?
Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?
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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.
11What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?
13Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
18His bones are as strong pieces of brass; his bones are like bars of iron.
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
2Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?
14Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in mine hand?
19If I speak of strength, lo, he is strong: and if of judgment, who shall set me a time to plead?
8Wilt thou also disannul my judgment? wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayest be righteous?
9Hast thou an arm like God? or canst thou thunder with a voice like him?
18And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the LORD:
6Will he plead against me with his great power? No; but he would put strength in me.
26My flesh and my heart faileth: but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion for ever.
2Iron is taken out of the earth, and brass is molten out of the stone.
12Shall iron break the northern iron and the steel?
5Are thy days as the days of man? are thy years as man's days,
6That thou enquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin?
10My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
19Will he esteem thy riches? no, not gold, nor all the forces of strength.
4As for me, is my complaint to man? and if it were so, why should not my spirit be troubled?
27He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.
15And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
18By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
22Then let mine arm fall from my shoulder blade, and mine arm be broken from the bone.
12Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
5By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
20Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
17What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?
23He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
18When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.
1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
4LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am.
24If I have made gold my hope, or have said to the fine gold, Thou art my confidence;
12Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?
6Is not this thy fear, thy confidence, thy hope, and the uprightness of thy ways?
2Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
2For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
3LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!
2How hast thou helped him that is without power? how savest thou the arm that hath no strength?
3For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
23The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.
11Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinews.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
8I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
13From above hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them: he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: he hath made me desolate and faint all the day.
3For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.
9What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?