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 covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.

Are not the days of my life small in number? Let your eyes be turned away from me, so that I may have a little pleasure,

Will you be hard on a leaf in flight before the wind? will you make a dry stem go more quickly on its way?

My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.

You have made my days no longer than a hand's measure; and my years are nothing in your eyes; truly, every man is but a breath. (Selah.)

For he has knowledge of our feeble frame; he sees that we are only dust.

I said, In the quiet of my days I am going down into the underworld: the rest of my years are being taken away from me.

And I said, My strength is cut off, and my hope from the Lord.