Job 30:2
Also -- the power of their hands, why `is it' to me? On them hath old age perished.
Also -- the power of their hands, why `is it' to me? On them hath old age perished.
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1And now, laughed at me, Have the younger in days than I, Whose fathers I have loathed to set With the dogs of my flock.
12On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.
13They have broken down my path, By my calamity they profit, `He hath no helper.'
11What `is' my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?
12Is my strength the strength of stones? Is my flesh brazen?
13Is not my help with me, And substance driven from me?
9Cast me not off at the time of old age, According to the consumption of my power forsake me not.
10Both the gray-headed And the very aged `are' among us -- Greater than thy father `in' days.
11Too few for thee are the comforts of God? And a gentle word `is' with thee,
3With want and with famine gloomy, Those fleeing to a dry place, Formerly a desolation and waste,
10For 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.
2What -- thou hast helped the powerless, Saved an arm not strong!
11My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
23He hath humbled in the way my power, He hath shortened my days.
18Also sucklings have despised me, I rise, and they speak against me.
21If I have waved at the fatherless my hand, When I see in `him' the gate of my court,
22My shoulder from its blade let fall, And mine arm from the bone be broken.
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.
4He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
7Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
8And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
7Wherefore do the wicked live? They have become old, Yea, they have been mighty in wealth.
18And also unto old age and grey hairs, O God, forsake me not, Till I declare Thy strength to a generation, To every one that cometh Thy might.
30Even youths are wearied and fatigued, And young men utterly stumble,
24Surely not against the heap Doth He send forth the hand, Though in its ruin they have safety.
15Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
14Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?
20Turning aside the lip of the stedfast, And the reason of the aged He taketh away.
5Lo, handbreadths Thou hast made my days, And mine age `is' as nothing before Thee, Only, all vanity `is' every man set up. Selah.
10My heart `is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.
29The beauty of young men is their strength, And the honour of old men is grey hairs.
8Seen me have youths, and they, been hidden, And the aged have risen -- they stood up.
15And I instructed -- I strengthened their arms, And concerning Me they think evil!
4And their might `is' firm.
2Who doth make me as `in' months past, As `in' the days of God's preserving me?
19Doth He value thy riches? He hath gold, and all the forces of power.
1My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
12My 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.
22When a few years do come, Then a path I return not do I go.
22And draw near to the pit doth his soul, And his life to those causing death.
4As I have been in days of my maturity, And the counsel of God upon my tent.
15And where `is' now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
19O Jehovah, my strength, and my fortress, And my refuge in a day of adversity, Unto Thee nations do come from the ends of earth, And say, Only falsehood did our fathers inherit, Vanity, and none among them is profitable.
25If I rejoice because great `is' my wealth, And because abundance hath my hand found,
15What `is' the Mighty One that we serve Him? And what do we profit when we meet with Him?'
16Lo, not in their hand `is' their good, (The counsel of the wicked Hath been far from me.)
16I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days `are' vanity.
29when ye have taken also this from my presence, and mischief hath met him, then ye have brought down my grey hairs with evil to sheol.
21Thou art turned to be fierce to me, With the strength of Thy hand, Thou oppresest me.