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.
1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
10But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you.
20Are 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.
7O 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.
25Now 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 desote.
23He 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.
13Is 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?
21Thus 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.
8He hath fenced up my way that I cannot pass, and he hath set darkness in my paths.
18When 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;
15That 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.