Job 6:11 Cross References - WEB

¹¹ What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?

⁵ My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh. ⁶ My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope. ⁷ Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye will no more see good.

²⁰ Aren’t my days few? Stop! Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,

²⁵ Will you harass a driven leaf? Will you pursue the dry stubble?

²⁸ though I am decaying like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.

¹ “My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, and the grave is ready for me.

¹⁴ if I have said to corruption, ‘You are my father;’ to the worm, ‘My mother,’ and ‘My sister,’ ¹⁵ where then is my hope? As for my hope, who will see it? ¹⁶ Shall it go down with me to the gates of Sheol, or descend together into the dust?”

⁴ As for me, is my complaint to man? Why shouldn’t I be impatient?

⁵ Behold, you have made my days hand widths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath.” Selah.

⁵ You sweep them away as they sleep. In the morning they sprout like new grass. ⁶ In the morning it sprouts and springs up. By evening, it is withered and dry. ⁷ For we are consumed in your anger. We are troubled in your wrath. ⁸ You have set our iniquities before you, our secret sins in the light of your presence. ⁹ For all our days have passed away in your wrath. We bring our years to an end as a sigh. ¹⁰ The days of our years are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty years; yet their pride is but labor and sorrow, for it passes quickly, and we fly away.

²³ He weakened my strength along the course. He shortened my days.

¹⁴ For he knows how we are made. He remembers that we are dust. ¹⁵ As for man, his days are like grass. As a flower of the field, so he flourishes. ¹⁶ For the wind passes over it, and it is gone. Its place remembers it no more.