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?

And my flesh was clothed with worms, and a clod of dust; my akin was contracted and melted away.

Is it not my days few? He will cease; he will turn from me, and I shall be cheerful a little,

Wilt thou terrify the scattered leaf? and wilt thou pursue the dry straw?

My spirit being destroyed my days were extinct; the graves are for me.

Behold, thou gavest my days a hand-breadth, and my life as nothing before thee: but every man stood all vanity. Silence.

Thou didst overwhelm them; in sleep shall they be; in the morning as the grass will pass away.

He answered in the way of his strength: he shortened my days.

For he knew our formation; he remembered that we are dust.

I said in the quiet of my days, I shall go to the gates of hades: I was missed the remainder of my years.

And saying, My glory perished, and my hope from Jehovah: