Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
Job 6:11 - King James Version with Apocrypha - American Edition What is my strength, that I should hope? And what is mine end, that I should prolong my life? Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 What is my strength, that I should hope? And what is mine end, that I should prolong my life? Amplified Bible - Classic Edition What strength have I left, that I should wait and hope? And what is ahead of me, that I should be patient? American Standard Version (1901) What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is mine end, that I should be patient? Common English Bible What is my strength, that I should hope; my end, that my life should drag on? Catholic Public Domain Version For what is my strength, that I may continue? Or what is my goal, so that I may act patiently? Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version For what is my strength, that I can hold out? Or what is my end that I should keep patience? |
Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
Wilt thou break a leaf driven to and fro? And wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?
And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth-eaten.
My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
As for me, is my complaint to man? And if it were so, why should not my spirit be troubled?
How hast thou helped him that is without power? How savest thou the arm that hath no strength?
Lord, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am.
Behold, thou hast made my days as a handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.