Job 17:11
My days have passed, my plans are shattered, even the desires of my heart.
My days have passed, my plans are shattered, even the desires of my heart.
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12These men change night into day; they say,‘The light is near in the face of darkness.’
13If I hope for the grave to be my home, if I spread out my bed in darkness,
1My spirit is broken, my days have faded out, the grave awaits me.
10Anticipation of Death“But turn, all of you, and come now! I will not find a wise man among you.
20Are not my days few? Cease, then, and leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
21before I depart, never to return, to the land of darkness and the deepest shadow,
6My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and they come to an end without hope.
7Remember that my life is but a breath, that my eyes will never again see happiness.
10“I thought,‘In the middle of my life I must walk through the gates of Sheol, I am deprived of the rest of my years.’
11“I thought,‘I will no longer see the LORD in the land of the living, I will no longer look on humankind with the inhabitants of the world.
12My dwelling place is removed and taken away from me like a shepherd’s tent. I rolled up my life like a weaver rolls cloth; from the loom he cuts me off. You turn day into night and end my life.
13I cry out until morning; like a lion he shatters all my bones; you turn day into night and end my life.
10For my life nears its end in pain; my years draw to a close as I groan. My strength fails me because of my sin, and my bones become brittle.
10My heart beats quickly; my strength leaves me; I can hardly see.
4My strength leaves me; I am absolutely shocked.
25Renewed Complaint“My days are swifter than a runner, they speed by without seeing happiness.
11My days are coming to an end, and I am withered like grass.
11He has obstructed my paths and torn me to pieces; he has made me desolate.
23He has taken away my strength in the middle of life; he has cut short my days.
7My eyes have grown dim with grief; my whole frame is but a shadow.
16Job’s Despondency“And now my soul pours itself out within me; days of suffering take hold of me.
16I loathe it; I do not want to live forever; leave me alone, for my days are a vapor!
17I am deprived of peace; I have forgotten what happiness is.
18So I said,“My endurance has expired; I have lost all hope of deliverance from the LORD.”
10He tears me down on every side until I perish; he uproots my hope like an uprooted tree.
12I am forgotten, like a dead man no one thinks about; I am regarded as worthless, like a broken jar.
3For my days go up in smoke, and my bones are charred like a fireplace.
13Is not my power to help myself nothing, and has not every resource been driven from me?
7Surely now he has worn me out, you have devastated my entire household.
20But our tents have been destroyed. The ropes that held them in place have been ripped apart. Our children are gone and are not coming back. There is no survivor to put our tents back up, no one left to hang their tent curtains in place.
47Take note of my brief lifespan! Why do you make all people so mortal?
20So I began to despair about all the fruit of my labor for which I worked so hard on earth.
4“O LORD, help me understand my mortality and the brevity of life! Let me realize how quickly my life will pass!
5Look, you make my days short-lived, and my life span is nothing from your perspective. Surely all people, even those who seem secure, are nothing but vapor.(Selah)
11What is my strength, that I should wait? and what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
21Yes, my spirit was bitter, and my insides felt sharp pain.
22For the years that lie ahead are few, and then I will go on the way of no return.
8He has blocked my way so I cannot pass, and has set darkness over my paths.
18Then I said,“There is no cure for my grief! I am sick at heart!
17For I am about to stumble, and I am in constant pain.
5I thought about the days of old, about ancient times.
4People are like a vapor, their days like a shadow that disappears.
2Moreover, the strength of their hands– what use was it to me? Men whose strength had perished;
17Yet I have not been silent because of the darkness, because of the thick darkness that covered my face.
4Their life’s breath departs, they return to the ground; on that day their plans die.
9He has blocked every road I take with a wall of hewn stones; he has made every path impassable.
16When I tried to make sense of this, it was troubling to me.
15What is bent cannot be straightened, and what is missing cannot be supplied.
15where then is my hope? And my hope, who sees it?
16But I have not pestered you to bring disaster. I have not desired the time of irreparable devastation. You know that. You are fully aware of every word that I have spoken.