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?
13[Is] 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?
5[Are] 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.
22[Then] let mine arm fall from my shoulder blade, and mine arm be broken from the bone.
12[Am] 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.
20[Are] not my days few? cease [then, and] let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
17¶ What [is] man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?
23¶ He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
18[When] I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart [is] faint in me.
1¶ My 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].
24¶ If 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?
6[Is] 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?