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 dirt; my skin hardens, then breaks out afresh.

Are not my days few? Then cease, and leave me alone, that I may find a little cheer

Will you frighten a driven leaf and pursue dry chaff?

"My spirit is broken; my days are extinct; the graveyard is ready for me.

Behold, you have made my days a few handbreadths, and my lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely all mankind stands as a mere breath! Selah

You sweep them away as with a flood; they are like a dream, like grass that is renewed in the morning:

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

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

I said, In the middle of my days I must depart; I am consigned to the gates of Sheol for the rest of my years.

so I say, "My endurance has perished; so has my hope from the LORD."