Job 6:11 Cross References - LEB

¹¹ What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is my end, that _⌊I should hold out_⌋?*

⁵ My body is clothed with maggots and clods of dust; my skin hardens, then* it gives way again. ⁶ "My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and they come to an end _⌊without hope_⌋.* ⁷ Remember that my life is a breath; my eye will not return to see good.

²⁰ Are not my days few? Let him leave me alone; let him turn from me, and let me rejoice a little.

²⁵ Will you* terrify a blown leaf? And will you* pursue dry stubble?

²⁸ And he himself *wastes away like something rotten, like a garment that the moth has eaten.

¹ "My spirit is pulled down; my days are extinguished; the graveyard is for me.

¹⁴ if I call to the pit, 'You are my father,' to the maggot, 'You are my mother or* my sister,' ¹⁵ where* then is my hope? And _⌊who will see my hope_⌋?* ¹⁶ Will they go down to the bars of Sheol? Or shall we descend together into the dust?"

⁴ As for me, is my complaint for human beings? And if so, why cannot I be impatient?

⁵ Look, you have made my days mere handbreadths, and my lifespan as nothing next to you. Surely every person standing firm is complete vanity. Selah

⁵ You sweep them away like a flood. They fall asleep.* In the morning they are like grass that sprouts anew. ⁶ In the morning it blossoms and sprouts anew; by evening it withers and dries up. ⁷ For we are brought to an end by your anger, and we hasten off* by your wrath. ⁸ You have put our iniquities before you, our hidden sins into the light of your countenance. ⁹ For all of our days dwindle away in your rage; we complete our years like a sigh. ¹⁰ As for the days of our years, within them are seventy years or if by strength eighty years, and their pride* is trouble and disaster, for it passes quickly and we fly away.

²³ He has broken my strength along the way; he has cut short my days.

¹⁴ For he knows our frame.* He remembers that we are dust. ¹⁵ As for man, his days are like the grass. As the flower of the field, so he blossoms. ¹⁶ When the wind passes over it, it is no more, and its place knows it no longer.