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 clods of dust; my skin is broken and abominable.

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? Wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?

My breath is corrupt, my days are cut off, and the grave is ready for me.

Behold, thou hast made my days as a handbreadth, and my age is as nothing before thee; verily every man that lives is altogether vanity. Selah.

Thou dost cause them to pass by as the waters of a river; they are as a dream, which is strong in the morning like grass.

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

For he knows our frame; he remembers that we are dust.

I said in the cutting off of my days; I shall go to the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the residue of my years.

Vau And I said, My strength and my hope of the LORD is perished.