Job 10:20
[Are] not my days few? cease [then, and] let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
[Are] not my days few? cease [then, and] let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
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21Before I go [whence] I shall not return, [even] to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;
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.
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.
11What [is] my strength, that I should hope? and what [is] mine end, that I should prolong my life?
22When a few years are come, then I shall go the way [whence] I shall not return.
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.
13O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.
27If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and comfort [myself]:
1¶ My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves [are ready] for me.
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.
1¶ My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest with me.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, [even] the thoughts of my heart.
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.
13¶ Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, and let come on me what [will].
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.
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].
17Because I was not cut off before the darkness, [neither] hath he covered the darkness from my face.
19Who [is] he [that] will plead with me? for now, if I hold my tongue, I shall give up the ghost.
20Only do not two [things] unto me: then will I not hide myself from thee.
4As for me, [is] my complaint to man? and if [it were so], why should not my spirit be troubled?
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.
18[When] I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart [is] faint in me.
13[Is] not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7¶ O remember that my life [is] wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
13When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
5[Are] thy days as the days of man? [are] thy years as man's days,
13If I wait, the grave [is] mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
23¶ He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
24I said, O my God, take me not away in the midst of my days: thy years [are] throughout all generations.
11Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
3Therefore now, O LORD, take, I beseech thee, my life from me; for [it is] better for me to die than to live.
10Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
4LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it [is; that] I may know how frail I [am].
47Remember how short my time is: wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?
6¶ Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and [though] I forbear, what am I eased?
18Wherefore came I forth out of the womb to see labour and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
15And where [is] now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
10Because it shut not up the doors of my [mother's] womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.
7There the righteous might dispute with him; so should I be delivered for ever from my judge.
2Oh that I were as [in] months past, as [in] the days [when] God preserved me;
15What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done [it]: I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.