Job 6:11

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

“My flesh is clothed with worms and a crust of dirt,
My skin hardens and runs.

“Would He not let my few days alone?

Withdraw from me that I may have a little cheer

“Will You cause a driven leaf to tremble?
Or will You pursue the dry chaff?

“My spirit is broken, my days are extinguished,
The

grave is ready for me.

“Behold, You have made my days as handbreadths,
And my lifetime as nothing in Your sight;
Surely every man at his best is a mere breath.

Selah.

You have swept them away like a flood, they

fall asleep;

In the morning they are like grass which sprouts anew.

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

For He Himself knows our frame;
He is mindful that we are but dust.

I said, “In the middle of my life
I am to enter the gates of Sheol;
I am to be deprived of the rest of my years.”

So I say, “My strength has perished,
And so has my hope from the Lord.”