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 maggots and encrusted with dirt.
My skin forms scabs and then oozes.

Are my days not few? Stop it!
Leave me alone, so that I can smile a little

Will You frighten a wind-driven leaf?
Will You chase after dry straw?

My spirit is broken.
My days are extinguished.
A graveyard awaits me.

You, indeed, have made my days short in length,
and my life span as nothing in Your sight.
Yes, every mortal man is only a vapor.Selah

You end their lives; they sleep.
They are like grass that grows in the morning—

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

For He knows what we are made of,
remembering that we are dust.

I said: In the prime of my life

I must go to the gates of Sheol;
I am deprived of the rest of my years.

Then I thought: My future is lost,
as well as my hope from the Lord.