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Job 7:16

American Standard Version (1901)

I loathe my life; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.

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My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

But he himself went a day’s journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a juniper-tree: and he requested for himself that he might die, and said, It is enough; now, O Jehovah, take away my life; for I am not better than my fathers.

And it came to pass, when the sun arose, that God prepared a sultry east wind; and the sun beat upon the head of Jonah, that he fainted, and requested for himself that he might die, and said, It is better for me to die than to live.

Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go hence, and be no more.

Look away from him, that he may rest, Till he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day.

Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,

I am perfect; I regard not myself; I despise my life.

Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!

Therefore now, O Jehovah, take, I beseech thee, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live.

Man is like to vanity: His days are as a shadow that passeth away.

Therefore their days did he consume in vanity, And their years in terror.

Surely men of low degree are vanity, and men of high degree are a lie: In the balances they will go up; They are together lighter than vanity.

Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.

And Rebekah said to Isaac, I am weary of my life because of the daughters of Heth: if Jacob take a wife of the daughters of Heth, such as these, of the daughters of the land, what good shall my life do me?

Oh remember that my life is a breath: Mine eye shall no more see good.

So that my soul chooseth strangling, And death rather than these my bones.

And he remembered that they were but flesh, A wind that passeth away, and cometh not again.

And death shall be chosen rather than life by all the residue that remain of this evil family, that remain in all the places whither I have driven them, saith Jehovah of hosts.

Surely every man walketh in a vain show; Surely they are disquieted in vain: He heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.

So I hated life, because the work that is wrought under the sun was grievous unto me; for all is vanity and a striving after wind.




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