Job 17:1 Cross References - MSTC

¹ My breath faileth, my days are shortened. I am hard at death's door.

¹¹ What power have I to endure? Or, what is mine end, that my soul might be patient?

¹³ Though I tarry never so much, yet the grave is my house, and I must make my bed in the dark. ¹⁴ I call corruption my father, and the worms call I my mother and my sister.

¹⁷ Mine own wife may not abide my breath, I was fain to speak fair for the children of mine own body.

¹⁶ After this lived Job forty years, so that he saw his children, and his children's children to the fourth generation.

³ For my soul is full of trouble, and my life draweth nigh unto hell. ⁴ I am counted as one of them that go down into the pit, and I am even as a man that hath no strength; ⁵ free among the dead, like unto them that lie in the grave, which be out of remembrance, and are cut away from thy hand.

¹⁰ "I thought I should have gone to the gates of hell in my best age, and have wanted the residue of my years. ¹¹ I spake within myself, 'I shall never visit the LORD God in this life: I shall never see man among the dwellers of the world. ¹² Mine age is folden up together, and taken away from me, like a shepherd's cottage: my life is hewn off, like as a weaver cutteth off his web. While I was yet taking my rest, he hewed me off, and made an end of me in one day.' ¹³ I thought I would have lived unto the morrow, but he bruised my bones like a lion, and made an end of me in one day. ¹⁴ Then chattered I like a swallow, and like a crane, and mourned as a dove. I lift up mine eyes to the height: 'O LORD,' say I, 'violence is done unto me, be thou surety for me.'

¹⁶ For I chide not ever, and am not wroth without end. But the blasting goeth from me, though I make the breath.