Verse 11

What `is' my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?

Referenced Verses

  • Job 17:1 : 1 My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
  • Ps 39:5 : 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.
  • Ps 102:23 : 23 He hath humbled in the way my power, He hath shortened my days.
  • Ps 103:14-16 : 14 For He hath known our frame, Remembering that we `are' dust. 15 Mortal man! as grass `are' his days, As a flower of the field so he flourisheth; 16 For a wind hath passed over it, and it is not, And its place doth not discern it any more.
  • Ps 90:5-9 : 5 Thou hast inundated them, they are asleep, In the morning as grass he changeth. 6 In the morning it flourisheth, and hath changed, At evening it is cut down, and hath withered. 7 For we were consumed in Thine anger, And in Thy fury we have been troubled. 8 Thou hast set our iniquities before Thee, Our hidden things at the light of Thy face, 9 For all our days pined away in Thy wrath, We consumed our years as a meditation. 10 Days of our years, in them `are' seventy years, And if, by reason of might, eighty years, Yet `is' their enlargement labour and vanity, For it hath been cut off hastily, and we fly away.
  • Job 17:14-16 : 14 To corruption I have called: -- `Thou `art' my father.' `My mother' and `my sister' -- to the worm. 15 And where `is' now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it? 16 `To' the parts of Sheol ye go down, If together on the dust we may rest.
  • Job 21:4 : 4 I -- to man `is' my complaint? and if `so', wherefore May not my temper become short?
  • Job 7:5-7 : 5 Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome, 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.
  • Job 10:20 : 20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
  • Job 13:25 : 25 A leaf driven away dost Thou terrify? And the dry stubble dost Thou pursue?
  • Job 13:28 : 28 And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.