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Job 6:11

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For what is my strength, that I may continue? Or what is my goal, so that I may act patiently?

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Will not my few days be completed soon? Release me, therefore, so that I may lament my sorrows a little,

Against a leaf, which is carried away by the wind, you reveal your power, and you pursue dry straw.

I will be left to decay like something rotten and like a garment that is being eaten by moths.

My spirit will be wasted, my days will be shortened, and only the grave will left for me.

If I should wait, the underworld is my house, and in darkness I have spread out my bed.

Is my dispute against man, so that I would have no reason to be discouraged?

Whose assistant are you? Is he weak-minded? And do you sustain the arm of him that is not strong?

My strength is not the strength of stones, nor is my flesh made of bronze.

And he sent a new canticle into my mouth, a song to our God. Many will see, and they will fear; and they will hope in the Lord.

Blessed is the man whose hope is in the name of the Lord, and who has no respect for vanities and absurd falsehoods.