Job 17:11
My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
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12 Night for day they appoint, Light `is' near because of darkness.
13 If I wait -- Sheol `is' my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.
1 My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
10 Return, and come in, I pray you, And I find not among you a wise man.
20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
21 Before I go, and return not, Unto a land of darkness and death-shade,
6 My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.
7 Remember Thou that my life `is' a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.
10 `I -- I said in the cutting off of my days, I go in to the gates of Sheol, I have numbered the remnant of mine years.
11 I said, I do not see Jah -- Jah! In the land of the living, I do not behold man any more, With the inhabitants of the world.
12 My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
13 I have set `Him' till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
10 For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.
10 My heart `is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.
4 And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
25 My days have been swifter than a runner, They have fled, they have not seen good,
11 My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.
11 My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
23 He hath humbled in the way my power, He hath shortened my days.
7 And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
16 And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
16 I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days `are' vanity.
17 And Thou castest off from peace my soul, I have forgotten prosperity.
18 And I say, Perished hath my strength and my hope from Jehovah.
10 He breaketh me down round about, and I go, And removeth like a tree my hope.
12 I have been forgotten as dead out of mind, I have been as a perishing vessel.
3 For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.
13 Is not my help with me, And substance driven from me?
7 Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
20 My tent hath been spoiled, And all my cords have been broken, My sons have gone out from me, and they are not, There is none stretching out any more my tent, And raising up my curtains.
47 Remember, I pray Thee, what `is' life-time? Wherefore in vain hast Thou created All the sons of men?
20 And I turned round to cause my heart to despair concerning all the labour that I laboured at under the sun.
4 `Cause me to know, O Jehovah, mine end, And the measure of my days -- what it `is',' I know how frail I `am'.
5 Lo, handbreadths Thou hast made my days, And mine age `is' as nothing before Thee, Only, all vanity `is' every man set up. Selah.
11 What `is' my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?
21 For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
22 When a few years do come, Then a path I return not do I go.
8 My way He hedged up, and I pass not over, And on my paths darkness He placeth.
18 My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
17 For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
5 I have reckoned the days of old, The years of the ages.
4 Man to vanity hath been like, His days `are' as a shadow passing by.
2 Also -- the power of their hands, why `is it' to me? On them hath old age perished.
17 For I have not been cut off before darkness, And before me He covered thick darkness.
4 His spirit goeth forth, he returneth to his earth, In that day have his thoughts perished.
9 He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.
16 And I think to know this, Perverseness it `is' in mine eyes,
15 A crooked thing `one' is not able to make straight, and a lacking thing is not able to be numbered.
15 And where `is' now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
16 And I hastened not from feeding after Thee, And the desperate day I have not desired, Thou -- Thou hast known, The produce of my lips, before Thy face it hath been,