Job 6:12
Is my strength the strength of stones, or is my flesh brass?
Is my strength the strength of stones, or is my flesh brass?
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10So I would still have comfort, and I would have joy in the pains of death, for I have not been false to the words of the Holy One.
11Have I strength to go on waiting, or have I any end to be looking forward to?
13I have no help in myself, and wisdom is completely gone from me.
18Truly, if the river is overflowing, it gives him no cause for fear; he has no sense of danger, even if Jordan is rushing against his mouth.
4My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
10My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.
15My throat is dry like a broken vessel; my tongue is fixed to the roof of my mouth, and the dust of death is on my lips.
2Of what use is the strength of their hands to me? all force is gone from them.
14I will take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand.
19If it is a question of strength, he says, Here I am! and if it is a question of a cause at law, he says, Who will give me a fixed day?
8Let them be covered together in the dust; let their faces be dark in the secret place of the underworld.
9Then I will give praise to you, saying that your right hand is able to give you salvation.
18And I said, My strength is cut off, and my hope from the Lord.
6Would he make use of his great power to overcome me? No, but he would give attention to me.
26My flesh and my heart are wasting away: but God is the Rock of my heart and my eternal heritage.
2Iron is taken out of the earth, and stone is changed into brass by the fire.
12Is it possible for iron to be broken; even iron from the north, and brass?
5Are your days as the days of man, or your years like his,
6That you take note of my sin, searching after my wrongdoing,
10My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
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4As for me, is my outcry against man? is it then to be wondered at if my spirit is troubled?
15Where then is my hope? and who will see my desire?
18With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
19Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
22May my arm be pulled from my body, and be broken from its base.
12Am I a sea, or a sea-beast, that you put a watch over me?
5Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
20Are 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,
17What is man, that you have made him great, and that your attention is fixed on him,
23He has taken my strength from me in the way; he has made short my days.
18Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
1My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
4Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am.
24If I made gold my hope, or if I ever said to the best gold, I have put my faith in you;
12Why did the knees take me, or why the breasts that they might give me milk?
6Is not your fear of God your support, and your upright way of life your hope?
2Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled.
2You are the God of my strength; why have you put me from you? why do I go in sorrow because of the attacks of my haters?
3Lord, what is man, that you keep him in mind? or the son of man that you take him into account?
2How have you given help to him who has no power! how have you been the salvation of the arm which has no strength!
3For then its weight would be more than the sand of the seas: because of this my words have been uncontrolled.
23After him his way is shining, so that the deep seems white.
11By you I was clothed with skin and flesh, and joined together with bones and muscles.
5My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
8I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.
13From on high he has sent fire into my bones, and it has overcome them: his net is stretched out for my feet, I am turned back by him; he has made me waste and feeble all the day.
3My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.
9What profit is there in my blood if I go down into the underworld? will the dust give you praise, or be a witness to your help?