Job 30:2
Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
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1"But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs.
12On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, They cast up against me their ways of destruction.
13They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, without anyone's help.
11What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?
12Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
13Isn't it that I have no help in me, That wisdom is driven quite from me?
9Don't reject me in my old age. Don't forsake me when my strength fails.
10With us are both the gray-headed and the very aged men, much elder than your father.
11Are the consolations of God too small for you, even the word that is gentle toward you?
3They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
10For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
2"How have you helped him who is without power! How have you saved the arm that has no strength!
11My days are past, my plans are broken off, as are the thoughts of my heart.
23He weakened my strength along the course. He shortened my days.
18Even young children despise me. If I arise, they speak against me.
21if I have lifted up my hand against the fatherless, because I saw my help in the gate,
22then let my shoulder fall from the shoulder blade, and my arm be broken from the bone.
10I said, "In the middle of my life I go into the gates of Sheol. I am deprived of the residue of my years."
4My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
7But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made desolate all my company.
8You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face.
20Aren't my days few? Cease then. Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
7"Why do the wicked live, become old, yes, and grow mighty in power?
18Yes, even when I am old and gray-haired, God, don't forsake me, until I have declared your strength to the next generation, your might to everyone who is to come.
30Even the youths faint and get weary, and the young men utterly fall;
24"However doesn't one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.
14Why should I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand?
20He removes the speech of those who are trusted, and takes away the understanding of the elders.
5Behold, you have made my days handbreadths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath." Selah.
10My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.
29The glory of young men is their strength. The splendor of old men is their gray hair.
8The young men saw me and hid themselves. The aged rose up and stood.
15Though I have taught and strengthened their arms, yet they plot evil against me.
4For there are no struggles in their death, but their strength is firm.
2"Oh that I were as in the months of old, as in the days when God watched over me;
19Would your wealth sustain you in distress, or all the might of your strength?
1"My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
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.
22For when a few years are come, I shall go the way of no return.
22Yes, his soul draws near to the pit, and his life to the destroyers.
4as I was in the ripeness of my days, when the friendship of God was in my tent,
15where then is my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
19Yahweh, my strength, and my stronghold, and my refuge in the day of affliction, to you shall the nations come from the ends of the earth, and shall say, Our fathers have inherited nothing but lies, [even] vanity and things in which there is no profit.
25If I have rejoiced because my wealth was great, and because my hand had gotten much;
15What is the Almighty, that we should serve him? What profit should we have, if we pray to him?'
16Behold, their prosperity is not in their hand. The counsel of the wicked is far from me.
16I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
29If you take this one also from me, and harm happens to him, you will bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to Sheol.'
21You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.