Job 17:11
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
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12 They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
13 If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
10 But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you.
20 Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
21 Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7 O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
10 I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
11 I said, I shall not see the LORD, even the LORD, in the land of the living: I shall behold man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
12 Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
13 I reckoned till morning, that, as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
10 For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
10 My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
25 Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.
11 My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.
11 He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desote.
23 He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
16 I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
17 And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace: I forgat prosperity.
18 And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the LORD:
10 He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree.
12 I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.
3 For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.
13 Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
7 But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
20 My tabernacle is spoiled, and all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth of me, and they are not: there is none to stretch forth my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
47 Remember how short my time is: wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?
20 Therefore I went about to cause my heart to despair of all the labour which I took under the sun.
4 LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am.
5 Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.
11 What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?
21 Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
22 When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
8 He hath fenced up my way that I cannot pass, and he hath set darkness in my paths.
18 When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.
17 For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.
5 I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times.
4 Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
2 Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?
17 Because I was not cut off before the darkness, neither hath he covered the darkness from my face.
4 His breath goeth forth, he returneth to his earth; in that very day his thoughts perish.
9 He hath inclosed my ways with hewn stone, he hath made my paths crooked.
16 When I thought to know this, it was too painful for me;
15 That which is crooked cannot be made straight: and that which is wanting cannot be numbered.
15 And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
16 As for me, I have not hastened from being a pastor to follow thee: neither have I desired the woeful day; thou knowest: that which came out of my lips was right before thee.