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,
Are not my days few? Leave me alone, so I may have a moment of relief.
Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
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Are not my days{H3117} few{H4592}? cease{H2308}{(H8798)}{(H8675)}{H2308}{(H8799)} then, and let me alone{H7896}{(H8798)}{(H8675)}{H7896}{(H8799)}, that I may take comfort{H1082}{(H8686)} a little{H4592},
Shall not my short life come soone to an ende? O holde the fro me, let me alone, that I maye ease myself a litle:
Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
Are not my dayes fewe? Let him then leaue of fro me, and let me a lone, that I may comfort my selfe a litle,
[Are] not my days few? cease [then, and] let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
Aren't my days few? Cease then, Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
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,
Are not the days of my life small in number? Let your eyes be turned away from me, so that I may have a little pleasure,
Aren't my days few? Cease then. Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
Are not my days few? Cease, then, and leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
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21 Before I go to the place from which I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;
18 Why then have You 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 I should still have comfort; yes, 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 my end, that I should prolong my life?
22 When a few years come, then I shall go the way from which I shall not return.
15 so that my soul chooses strangling, and death rather than my life.
16 I loathe it; I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are vanity.
13 O spare me, so I may recover strength, before I go away and am no more.
27 If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and console myself:
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
13 Oh that You would hide me in the grave, that You would keep me secret, until Your wrath is past, that You would appoint me a set time, and remember me!
14 If a man dies, shall he live again? All the days of my appointed time I will wait, till my change comes.
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 to God, Do not condemn me; show me why You contend with me.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
10 I said in the prime of my days, I shall go to the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the rest of my years.
13 Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, and let happen to me what will.
14 Why do I take my flesh in my teeth and put my life in my hand?
15 Though he slays me, yet will I trust in him; but I will defend my own ways before him.
20 I have sinned; what shall I do unto you, O preserver of men? Why have you set me as a mark against you, so that I am a burden to myself?
21 And why do you not pardon my transgression and take away my iniquity? For now shall I sleep in the dust, and you shall seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.
17 Because I was not cut off before the darkness, nor has he covered the darkness from my face.
19 Who is he that will plead with me? for now, if I keep silent, I shall die.
20 Only do not do two things to me, then I will not hide myself from you.
4 As for me, is my complaint to a man? And if it were, why should my spirit not be troubled?
12 My lifespan is gone, taken from me like a shepherd's tent: I have cut off my life like a weaver; He cuts me off with pining sickness: from day to night You make an end of me.
18 When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint within me.
13 Is not my help within me? And is wisdom driven quite from me?
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7 Oh, remember that my life is a breath; my eye shall see good no more.
13 When I say, 'My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint,'
5 Are Your days as the days of man? Are Your years as man's days,
13 If I wait, the grave is my 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, do not take me away in the midst of my days; your 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 beg you, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live.
10 Remove your stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of your hand.
4 LORD, make me to know my end, and the measure of my days, what it is; so I may know how frail I am.
47 Remember how short my time is; why have you made all men in vain?
6 Though I speak, my grief is not eased; and though I forbear, what am I relieved?
18 Why did I come forth out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
15 And where now is 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 fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
10 Because it did not shut the doors of my mother's womb, nor hide sorrow from my eyes.
7 There the righteous might dispute with him, so I would be delivered forever from my judge.
2 Oh that I were as in months past, as in the days when God watched over me;
15 What shall I say? He has spoken to me, and He Himself has done it: I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.