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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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?
8 ¶ Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant [me] the thing that I long for!
9 Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
10 Then 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.
15 And where [is] now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
18 Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
19 I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20 [Are] not my days few? cease [then, and] let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
14 Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in mine hand?
15 Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him.
18 And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the LORD:
6 My 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.
7 ¶ And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope [is] in thee.
13 O 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!
14 If a man die, shall he live [again]? all the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change come.
15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, [and] death rather than my life.
16 I loathe [it]; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days [are] vanity.
17 ¶ What [is] man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?
4 As for me, [is] my complaint to man? and if [it were so], why should not my spirit be troubled?
10 For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
2 Yea, whereto [might] the strength of their hands [profit] me, in whom old age was perished?
4 LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it [is; that] I may know how frail I [am].
5 Behold, 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.
47 Remember how short my time is: wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, [even] the thoughts of my heart.
6 Will he plead against me with [his] great power? No; but he would put [strength] in me.
1 ¶ My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves [are ready] for me.
11 ¶ Seeing there be many things that increase vanity, what [is] man the better?
29 [If] I be wicked, why then labour I in vain?
19 If [I speak] of strength, lo, [he is] strong: and if of judgment, who shall set me a time [to plead]?
23 ¶ He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
12 Mine 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 O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.
6 ¶ Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and [though] I forbear, what am I eased?
22 When a few years are come, then I shall go the way [whence] I shall not return.
10 I 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.
1 ¶ My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
20 I 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?
21 And 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].
19 Who [is] he [that] will plead with me? for now, if I hold my tongue, I shall give up the ghost.
6 [Is] not [this] thy fear, thy confidence, thy hope, and the uprightness of thy ways?
2 Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
5 [Are] thy days as the days of man? [are] thy years as man's days,
9 Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not [one] be cast down even at the sight of him?
27 If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and comfort [myself]:
12 Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?