Job 30:2
Yea, whereto [might] the strength of their hands [profit] me, in whom old age was perished?
Yea, whereto [might] the strength of their hands [profit] me, in whom old age was perished?
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1¶ But now [they that are] younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to have set with the dogs of my flock.
12Upon [my] right [hand] rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.
13They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.
11What [is] my strength, that I should hope? and what [is] mine end, that I should prolong my life?
12[Is] my strength the strength of stones? or [is] my flesh of brass?
13[Is] not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
9Cast me not off in the time of old age; forsake me not when my strength faileth.
10With us [are] both the grayheaded and very aged men, much elder than thy father.
11[Are] the consolations of God small with thee? is there any secret thing with thee?
3For want and famine [they were] solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
2How hast thou helped [him that is] without power? [how] savest thou the arm [that hath] no strength?
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, [even] the thoughts of my heart.
23¶ He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
18Yea, young children despised me; I arose, and they spake against me.
21If I have lifted up my hand against the fatherless, when I saw my help in the gate:
22[Then] let mine arm fall from my shoulder blade, and mine arm be broken from the bone.
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.
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
7But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
8And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, [which] is a witness [against me]: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.
20[Are] not my days few? cease [then, and] let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
7¶ Wherefore do the wicked live, become old, yea, are mighty in power?
18Now also when I am old and grayheaded, O God, forsake me not; until I have shewed thy strength unto [this] generation, [and] thy power to every one [that] is to come.
30Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall:
24Howbeit he will not stretch out [his] hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.
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.
14Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in mine hand?
20He removeth away the speech of the trusty, and taketh away the understanding of the aged.
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.
10My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
29¶ The glory of young men [is] their strength: and the beauty of old men [is] the gray head.
8The young men saw me, and hid themselves: and the aged arose, [and] stood up.
15Though I have bound [and] strengthened their arms, yet do they imagine mischief against me.
4For [there are] no bands in their death: but their strength [is] firm.
2Oh that I were as [in] months past, as [in] the days [when] God preserved me;
19Will he esteem thy riches? [no], not gold, nor all the forces of strength.
1¶ My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves [are ready] for me.
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.
22When a few years are come, then I shall go the way [whence] I shall not return.
22Yea, his soul draweth near unto the grave, and his life to the destroyers.
4As I was in the days of my youth, when the secret of God [was] upon my tabernacle;
15And where [is] now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
19O LORD, my strength, and my fortress, and my refuge in the day of affliction, the Gentiles shall come unto thee from the ends of the earth, and shall say, Surely our fathers have inherited lies, vanity, and [things] wherein [there is] no profit.
25If I rejoiced because my wealth [was] great, and because mine hand had gotten much;
15What [is] the Almighty, that we should serve him? and what profit should we have, if we pray unto him?
16Lo, their good [is] not in their hand: the counsel of the wicked is far from me.
16I loathe [it]; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days [are] vanity.
29And if ye take this also from me, and mischief befall him, ye shall bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave.
21Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.