Job 17:11
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, [even] the thoughts of my heart.
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, [even] the thoughts of my heart.
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12They change the night into day: the light [is] short because of darkness.
13If I wait, the grave [is] mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
1¶ My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves [are ready] for me.
10¶ But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find [one] wise [man] among you.
20[Are] not my days few? cease [then, and] let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
21Before I go [whence] I shall not return, [even] to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;
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.
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.
11I said, I shall not see the LORD, [even] the LORD, in the land of the living: I shall behold man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
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.
13I reckoned till morning, [that], as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day [even] to night wilt thou make an end of me.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
10My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
25¶ Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.
11My days [are] like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
23¶ He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members [are] as a shadow.
16And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
16I loathe [it]; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days [are] vanity.
17And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace: I forgat prosperity.
18And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the LORD:
10He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree.
12I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.
3For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.
13[Is] not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
7But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
20My tabernacle is spoiled, and all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth of me, and they [are] not: [there is] none to stretch forth my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
47Remember how short my time is: wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?
20Therefore I went about to cause my heart to despair of all the labour which I took under the sun.
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.
11What [is] my strength, that I should hope? and what [is] mine end, that I should prolong my life?
21¶ Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
22When a few years are come, then I shall go the way [whence] I shall not return.
8¶ He hath fenced up my way that I cannot pass, and he hath set darkness in my paths.
18[When] I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart [is] faint in me.
17For I [am] ready to halt, and my sorrow [is] continually before me.
5I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times.
4Man is like to vanity: his days [are] as a shadow that passeth away.
2Yea, whereto [might] the strength of their hands [profit] me, in whom old age was perished?
17Because I was not cut off before the darkness, [neither] hath he covered the darkness from my face.
4His breath goeth forth, he returneth to his earth; in that very day his thoughts perish.
9He hath inclosed my ways with hewn stone, he hath made my paths crooked.
16When I thought to know this, it [was] too painful for me;
15[That which is] crooked cannot be made straight: and that which is wanting cannot be numbered.
15And where [is] now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
16As for me, I have not hastened from [being] a pastor to follow thee: neither have I desired the woeful day; thou knowest: that which came out of my lips was [right] before thee.