Job 6:11

What strength do I have that I should continue to hope?
What is my future, that I should be patient?

My flesh is clothed with maggots and encrusted with dirt.
My skin forms scabs and then oozes.

Are my days not few? Stop it!
Leave me alone, so that I can smile a little

Will You frighten a wind-driven leaf?
Will You chase after dry straw?

Man wears out like something rotten,
like a moth-eaten garment.

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My spirit is broken.
My days are extinguished.
A graveyard awaits me.

and say to corruption: You are my father,
and to the maggot: My mother or my sister,

As for me, is my complaint against a man?
Then why shouldn’t I be impatient?

You, indeed, have made my days short in length,
and my life span as nothing in Your sight.
Yes, every mortal man is only a vapor.Selah

You end their lives; they sleep.
They are like grass that grows in the morning—

He has broken my strength in midcourse;
He has shortened my days.

For He knows what we are made of,
remembering that we are dust.

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