Job 6:11 Cross References - Webster

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

Job 7:5-7

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

Job 10:20

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

Job 13:25

25 Wilt thou break a leaf driven to and fro? and wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?

Job 13:28

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

Job 17:1

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

Job 17:14-16

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

Job 21:4

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

Psalms 39:5

5 (39:4)LORD, make me to know my end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am.

Psalms 90:5-10

5 Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep; in the morning they are like grass which groweth. 6 In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth. 7 For we are consumed by thy anger, and by thy wrath are we troubled. 8 Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, our secret sins in the light of thy countenance. 9 For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years, as a tale that is told. 10 The days of our years are seventy years; and if by reason of strength they are eighty years, yet is their strength labor and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.

Psalms 102:23

23 (102:22)When the people are assembled, and the kingdoms, to serve the LORD.

Psalms 103:14-16

14 For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust. 15 As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. 16 For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and its place shall know it no more.

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