Job 6:11
What is my strength, that I should wait? and what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
What is my strength, that I should wait? and what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
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12 Is my strength like that of stones? or is my flesh made of bronze?
13 Is not my power to help myself nothing, and has not every resource been driven from me?
8 A Cry for Death“Oh that my request would be realized, and that God would grant me what I long for!
9 And that God would be willing to crush me, that he would let loose his hand and kill me.
10 Then I would yet have my comfort, then I would rejoice, in spite of pitiless pain, for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
15 where then is my hope? And my hope, who sees it?
18 An Appeal for Relief“Why then did you bring me out from the womb? I should have died and no eye would have seen me!
19 I should have been as though I had never existed; I should have been carried right from the womb to the grave!
20 Are not my days few? Cease, then, and leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
14 Why do I put myself in peril, and take my life in my hands?
15 Even if he slays me, I will hope in him; I will surely defend my ways to his face!
18 So I said,“My endurance has expired; I have lost all hope of deliverance from the LORD.”
6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and they come to an end without hope.
7 Remember that my life is but a breath, that my eyes will never again see happiness.
7 But now, O Lord, upon what am I relying? You are my only hope!
13 The Possibility of Another Life“O that you would hide me in Sheol, and conceal me till your anger has passed! O that you would set me a time and then remember me!
14 If a man dies, will he live again? All the days of my hard service I will wait until my release comes.
15 so that I would prefer strangling, and death more than life.
16 I loathe it; I do not want to live forever; leave me alone, for my days are a vapor!
17 Insignificance of Humans“What is mankind that you make so much of them, and that you pay attention to them?
4 Is my complaint against a man? If so, why should I not be impatient?
10 For 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.
2 Moreover, the strength of their hands– what use was it to me? Men whose strength had perished;
4 “O LORD, help me understand my mortality and the brevity of life! Let me realize how quickly my life will pass!
5 Look, 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)
47 Take note of my brief lifespan! Why do you make all people so mortal?
11 My days have passed, my plans are shattered, even the desires of my heart.
6 Would he contend with me with great power? No, he would only pay attention to me.
1 My spirit is broken, my days have faded out, the grave awaits me.
11 The more one argues with words, the less he accomplishes. How does that benefit him?
29 If I am guilty, why then weary myself in vain?
19 If it is a matter of strength, most certainly he is the strong one! And if it is a matter of justice, he will say,‘Who will summon me?’
23 He has taken away my strength in the middle of life; he has cut short my days.
12 My 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.
18 Then I said,“There is no cure for my grief! I am sick at heart!
13 Turn your angry gaze away from me, so I can be happy before I pass away.
6 Abandonment by God and Man“But if I speak, my pain is not relieved, and if I refrain from speaking– how much of it goes away?
22 For the years that lie ahead are few, and then I will go on the way of no return.
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.’
1 An Appeal for Revelation“I am weary of my life; I will complain without restraint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
20 If I have sinned– what have I done to you, O watcher of men? Why have you set me as your target? Have I become a burden to you?
21 And why do you not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? For now I will lie down in the dust, and you will seek me diligently, but I will be gone.”
19 Who will contend with me? If anyone can, I will be silent and die.
6 Is not your piety your confidence, and your blameless ways your hope?
2 “Oh, if only my grief could be weighed, and my misfortune laid on the scales too!
3 But because it is heavier than the sand of the sea, that is why my words have been wild.
5 Are your days like the days of a mortal, or your years like the years of a mortal,
9 (41:1) See, his expectation is wrong, he is laid low even at the sight of it.
27 If I say,‘I will forget my complaint, I will change my expression and be cheerful,’
12 Why did the knees welcome me, and why were there two breasts that I might nurse at them?