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 has run afresh.

Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,

Will You terrify a leaf driven to and fro? Will You pursue the dry stubble?

My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the graves are ready for me.

Behold, You have made my days as a handbreadth, and my age is as nothing before You. Surely every man standing is altogether vanity. Selah.

You carry them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep; in the morning they are like grass which grows up.

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

For He knows our form; He remembers that we are dust.

I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave; I have numbered the rest of my years.

And I said, My strength and my hope from Jehovah are gone.