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Job 6:11

Revised Version 1885

What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is mine end, at I should be patient?

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

Wilt thou harass a driven leaf? And wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?

Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.

My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is ready for me.

If I look for Sheol as mine house; If I have spread my couch in the darkness;

As for me, is my complaint to man? And why should I not be impatient?

How hast thou helped him that is without power! How hast thou saved the arm that hath no strength!

Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?

He weakened my strength in the way; He shortened my days.

LORD, make me to know mine end, And the measure of my days, what it is; Let me know how frail I am.

Behold, thou hast made my days as handbreadths; And mine age is as nothing before thee: Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. Selah




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