Job 6:11 Cross References - UKJV

¹¹ What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?

⁵ My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome. ⁶ My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope. ⁷ O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.

²⁰ Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,

²⁵ Will you break a leaf driven back and forth? and will you pursue the dry stubble?

²⁸ And he, as a rotten thing, consumes, as a garment that is moth eaten.

¹ My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.

¹⁴ I have said to corruption, You are my father: to the worm, You are my mother, and my sister. ¹⁵ And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it? ¹⁶ They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.

⁴ As for me, is my complaint to man? and if it were so, why should not my spirit be troubled?

⁵ Behold, you have made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before you: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.

⁵ You carry them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which grows up. ⁶ In the morning it flourishes, and grows up; in the evening it is cut down, and withers. ⁷ For we are consumed by your anger, and by your wrath are we troubled. ⁸ You have set our iniquities before you, our secret sins in the light of your countenance. ⁹ For all our days are passed away in your wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told. ¹⁰ The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.

²³ He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.

¹⁴ For he knows our frame; he remembers that we are dust. ¹⁵ As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourishes. ¹⁶ For the wind passes over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.