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Job 6:11

What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?

Cross References

  1. My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome. My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope. O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
  2. Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
  3. Wilt thou break a leaf driven to and fro? and wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?
  4. And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth eaten.
  5. My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
  6. I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister. And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it? They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.
  7. As for me, is my complaint to man? and if it were so, why should not my spirit be troubled?
  8. 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.
  9. Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up. In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth. For we are consumed by thine anger, and by thy wrath are we troubled. Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, our secret sins in the light of thy countenance. For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told. The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
  10. He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
  11. For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust. As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.