Job 6:11
“What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?”
Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?
Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?
Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
Cross-References
“For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust.”
“And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth eaten.”
“Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.”
“Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up.”
“Wilt thou break a leaf driven to and fro? and wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?”