Job 7:16
I loathe it; I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are vanity.
I loathe it; I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are vanity.
I despise my life; I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
I can se no remedy, I shall lyue nomore: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vayne
I abhorre it, I shall not liue alway: spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
I can see no remedy, I shall liue no more: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
I loathe [it]; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days [are] vanity.
I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone; for my days are but a breath.
I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days `are' vanity.
I loathe `my life'; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.
I loathe [my life] ; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.
I have no desire for life, I would not be living for ever! Keep away from me, for my days are as a breath.
I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
I loathe it; I do not want to live forever; leave me alone, for my days are a vapor!
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15so that my soul chooses strangling, and death rather than my life.
18Why then have You brought me forth out of the womb? Oh, that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
19I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
17Therefore I hated life, because the work that was done under the sun was grievous to me; for all is vanity and vexation of spirit.
18Yes, I hated all my labor that I had labored under the sun, because I must leave it to the man who will come after me.
1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
1My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
3Therefore now, O LORD, take, I beg you, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live.
3So I am made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4When I lie down, I say, 'When shall I arise, and the night be gone?' And I am full of tossing to and fro until the dawning of the day.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and becomes loathsome.
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7Oh, remember that my life is a breath; my eye shall see good no more.
8Oh, that I might have my request and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
9Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand and cut me off!
10Then 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.
11What is my strength, that I should hope? And what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
11Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
47Remember how short my time is; why have you made all men in vain?
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.
11I said, I shall not see the LORD, the LORD, in the land of the living: I shall see man no more among the inhabitants of the world.
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.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
17What is man, that you should magnify him, and that you should set your heart upon him?
13Oh 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!
14If a man dies, shall he live again? All the days of my appointed time I will wait, till my change comes.
13Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, and let happen to me what will.
14Why do I take my flesh in my teeth and put my life in my hand?
15Though he slays me, yet will I trust in him; but I will defend my own ways before him.
22When a few years come, then I shall go the way from which I shall not return.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
4LORD, make me to know my end, and the measure of my days, what it is; so I may know how frail I am.
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.
21Though I were perfect, yet I would not know my soul: I would despise my life.
19How long will you not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow my spittle?
20I 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?
21And 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.
15All things have I seen in the days of my vanity; there is a just man who perishes in his righteousness, and there is a wicked man who prolongs his life in his wickedness.
7But now he has made me weary; you have made desolate all my company.
4Man is like vanity: his days are as a shadow that passes away.
24I said, "O my God, do not take me away in the midst of my days; your years are throughout all generations."
13O spare me, so I may recover strength, before I go away and am no more.
4As for me, is my complaint to a man? And if it were, why should my spirit not be troubled?
21Who long for death, but it does not come; and dig for it more than for hidden treasures;
5God forbid that I should justify you: until I die I will not renounce my integrity.
6My righteousness I hold fast and will not let it go; my heart shall not reproach me as long as I live.
10Remove your stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of your hand.
8But if a man lives many years, and rejoices in them all, let him remember the days of darkness, for they will be many. All that comes is vanity.
5Let the enemy persecute my soul, and take it; yes, let him tread down my life upon the earth, and lay my honor in the dust. Selah.