Job 10:20
Aren't my days few? Cease then. Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
Aren't my days few? Cease then. Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
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21before I go where I shall not return from, to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
18"'Why, then, have you brought me forth out of the womb? I wish I had given up the spirit, 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.
9even that it would please God to crush me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
10Be it still my consolation, yes, let me exult in pain that doesn't spare, that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
11What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?
22For when a few years are come, I shall go the way of no return.
15so that my soul chooses strangling, death rather than my bones.
16I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
13Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away, and exist no more." For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.
27If I say, 'I will forget my complaint, I will put off my sad face, and cheer up;'
1"My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
13"Oh that you would hide me in Sheol, 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 warfare would I wait, until my release should come.
1"My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2I will tell God, 'Do not condemn me. Show me why you contend with me.
11My days are past, my plans are broken off, as are the thoughts of my heart.
10I said, "In the middle of my life I go into the gates of Sheol. I am deprived of the residue of my years."
13"Be silent, leave me alone, that I may speak. Let come on me what will.
14Why should I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand?
15Behold, he will kill me. I have no hope. Nevertheless, I will maintain my ways before him.
20If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men? Why have you set me as a mark for you, so that I am a burden to myself?
21Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I shall not be."
17Because I was not cut off before the darkness, neither did he cover the thick darkness from my face.
19Who is he who will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the spirit.
20"Only don't do two things to me; then I will not hide myself from your face:
4As for me, is my complaint to man? Why shouldn't I be impatient?
12My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me like a shepherd's tent. I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life. He will cut me off from the loom. From day even to night you will make an end of me.
18Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! My heart is faint within me.
13Isn't it that I have no help in me, That wisdom is driven quite from me?
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 no more see good.
13When I say, 'My bed shall comfort me. My couch shall ease my complaint;'
5Are your days as the days of mortals, or your years as man's years,
13If I look for Sheol as my house, if I have spread my couch in the darkness,
23He weakened my strength along the course. He shortened my days.
24I said, "My God, don't take me away in the midst of my days. Your years are throughout all generations.
11"Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
3Therefore now, Yahweh, take, I beg you, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live."
10Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
4"Yahweh, show me my end, what is the measure of my days. Let me know how frail I am.
47Remember how short my time is! For what vanity have you created all the children of men!
6"Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?
18Why came I forth out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
15where then is my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
10For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
10because it didn't shut up the doors of my mother's womb, nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.
7There the upright might reason with him, so I should be delivered forever from my judge.
2"Oh that I were as in the months of old, as in the days when God watched over me;
15What will I say? He has both spoken to me, and himself has done it. I will walk carefully all my years because of the anguish of my soul.