Job 6:11
What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?
What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?
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12 Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
13 Isn't it that I have no help in me, That wisdom is driven quite from me?
8 "Oh that I might have my request, that God would grant the thing that I long for,
9 even that it would please God to crush me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
10 Be 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.
15 where then is my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
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.
19 I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20 Aren't my days few? Cease then. Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
14 Why should I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand?
15 Behold, he will kill me. I have no hope. Nevertheless, I will maintain my ways before him.
18 I said, My strength is perished, and my expectation from Yahweh.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7 Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye shall no more see good.
7 Now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in you.
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!
14 If a man dies, shall he live again? All the days of my warfare would I wait, until my release should come.
15 so that my soul chooses strangling, death rather than my bones.
16 I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
17 What is man, that you should magnify him, that you should set your mind on him,
4 As for me, is my complaint to man? Why shouldn't I be impatient?
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
2 Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
4 "Yahweh, show me my end, what is the measure of my days. Let me know how frail I am.
5 Behold, you have made my days handbreadths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath." Selah.
47 Remember how short my time is! For what vanity have you created all the children of men!
11 My days are past, my plans are broken off, as are the thoughts of my heart.
6 Would he contend with me in the greatness of his power? No, but he would listen to me.
1 "My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
11 For there are many words that create vanity. What does that profit man?
29 I shall be condemned. Why then do I labor in vain?
19 If it is a matter of strength, behold, he is mighty! If of justice, 'Who,' says he, 'will summon me?'
23 He weakened my strength along the course. He shortened my days.
12 My 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.
18 Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! My heart is faint within me.
13 Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away, and exist no more." For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.
6 "Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?
22 For when a few years are come, I shall go the way of no return.
10 I said, "In the middle of my life I go into the gates of Sheol. I am deprived of the residue of my years."
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.
20 If 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?
21 Why 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."
19 Who is he who will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the spirit.
6 Isn't your piety your confidence? Isn't the integrity of your ways your hope?
2 "Oh that my anguish were weighed, and all my calamity laid in the balances!
3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas, therefore have my words been rash.
5 Are your days as the days of mortals, or your years as man's years,
9 Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Won't one be cast down even at the sight of him?
27 If I say, 'I will forget my complaint, I will put off my sad face, and cheer up;'
12 Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should nurse?