Job 6:11

For what my strength that I shall wait and what my end, that I shall prolong my soul?

And my flesh was clothed with worms, and a clod of dust; my akin was contracted and melted away.

Is it not my days few? He will cease; he will turn from me, and I shall be cheerful a little,

Wilt thou terrify the scattered leaf? and wilt thou pursue the dry straw?

And he as rottenness will fall away; as a garment the moth ate it.

My spirit being destroyed my days were extinct; the graves are for me.

I called to the pit: Grave, thou my father: and to the worm, My mother, and my sister.

I, is my complaint to man? and then wherefore shall not my spirit be shortened?

Behold, thou gavest my days a hand-breadth, and my life as nothing before thee: but every man stood all vanity. Silence.

Thou didst overwhelm them; in sleep shall they be; in the morning as the grass will pass away.

He answered in the way of his strength: he shortened my days.

For he knew our formation; he remembered 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?