Job 30:2
Indeed, how might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age has perished?
Indeed, how might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age has perished?
Even the strength of their hands is useless to me; their vigor has perished.
Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?
The power & stregth of their hades might do me no good, & as for their age, it is spet & past awaye without eny profit.
For whereto shoulde the strength of their handes haue serued mee, seeing age perished in them?
For wherto might the strength of their handes haue serued me? for the time was but lost among them.
Yea, whereto [might] the strength of their hands [profit] me, in whom old age was perished?
Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, Men in whom ripe age has perished?
Also -- the power of their hands, why `is it' to me? On them hath old age perished.
Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.
Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.
Of what use is the strength of their hands to me? all force is gone from them.
Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
Moreover, the strength of their hands– what use was it to me? Men whose strength had perished;
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1But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
12Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.
13They mar my path, they advance my calamity, they have no helper.
11What is my strength, that I should hope? And what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
12Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh made of brass?
13Is not my help within me? And is wisdom driven quite from me?
9Do not cast me off in the time of old age; do not forsake me when my strength fails.
10With us are both the gray-headed and very aged men, much older than your father.
11Are the consolations of God small with you? Is there any secret thing with you?
3For want and famine they were solitary, fleeing into the wilderness in former times desolate and waste.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
2How have you helped him who is without power? How have you saved the arm that has no strength?
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
23He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
18Yes, young children despised me; I arose, and they spoke against me.
21If I have lifted my hand against the fatherless, when I saw my help in the gate;
22Then let my arm fall from my shoulder blade, and let my arm be broken at the bone.
10I said in the prime of my days, I shall go to the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the rest of my years.
4My flesh and my skin He has made old; He has broken my bones.
7But now he has made me weary; you have made desolate all my company.
8You have filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me, and my leanness rising up in me bears witness to my face.
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
7Why do the wicked live, become old, yes, grow mighty in power?
18Now also when I am old and gray-headed, O God, do not forsake me, until I have shown your strength to this generation, and your power to everyone that is to come.
30Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall,
24However, He will not stretch out His hand to the grave, though they cry out in their destruction.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue clings to my jaws; You have brought me into the dust of death.
14Why do I take my flesh in my teeth and put my life in my hand?
20He removes the speech of the trusted, and takes away the understanding of the aged.
5Behold, you have made my days as a handbreadth; and my age is as nothing before you: truly every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.
10My heart pants, my strength fails me; as for the light of my eyes, it also has gone from me.
29The glory of young men is their strength, and the beauty of old men is the gray head.
8The young men saw me and hid themselves; even the aged arose and stood.
15Though I have bound and strengthened their arms, yet they imagine mischief against me.
4For there are no pains in their death; but their strength is firm.
2Oh that I were as in months past, as in the days when God watched over me;
19Will he value your riches? no, not gold, nor all the forces of strength.
1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
12My 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.
22When a few years come, then I shall go the way from which I shall not return.
22Yes, his soul draws near to the grave, and his life to the destroyers.
4As I was in the days of my youth, when the secret of God was upon my tent;
15And where now is my hope? As for my hope, who shall see it?
19O LORD, my strength and my fortress, and my refuge in the day of affliction, the Gentiles shall come to you from the ends of the earth and shall say, Surely our fathers have inherited lies, vanity, and things in which there is no profit.
25If I rejoiced because my wealth was great, and because my hand had gotten much;
15Who is the Almighty that we should serve Him? And what profit do we have if we pray to Him?
16Indeed, their prosperity is not in their hand; the counsel of the wicked is far from me.
16I loathe it; I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are vanity.
29And if you take this also from me, and harm befalls him, you shall bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave.
21You have become cruel to me: with Your strong hand You oppose Yourself against me.