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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21 Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;
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.
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.
11 What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?
22 When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
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.
13 O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.
27 If 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.
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.
1 My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2 I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest with me.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
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.
13 Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, and let come on me what will.
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.
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.
17 Because I was not cut off before the darkness, neither hath he covered the darkness from my face.
19 Who is he that will plead with me? for now, if I hold my tongue, I shall give up the ghost.
20 Only do not two things unto me: then will I not hide myself from thee.
4 As for me, is my complaint to man? and if it were so, why should not my spirit be troubled?
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 Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
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.
13 When 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,
13 If 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.
24 I said, O my God, take me not away in the midst of my days: thy years are throughout all generations.
11 Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
3 Therefore now, O LORD, take, I beseech thee, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live.
10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
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.
47 Remember 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?
18 Wherefore came I forth out of the womb to see labour and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
15 And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
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.
10 Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.
7 There the righteous might dispute with him; so should I be delivered for ever from my judge.
2 Oh that I were as in months past, as in the days when God preserved me;
15 What 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.