Job 6:11

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Job 6:9–13 · Berean Standard Bible

9 that God would be willing to crush me, to unleash His hand and cut me off!

10 It still brings me comfort, and joy through unrelenting pain, that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.

11 What strength do I have, that I should still hope? What is my future, that I should be patient?

12 Is my strength like that of stone, or my flesh made of bronze?

13 Is there any help within me now that success is driven from me?

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Cross-references

The Treasury of Scripture Knowledge lists these related verses. Scripture text comes from the Berean Standard Bible.

Job 7:5

My flesh is clothed with worms and encrusted with dirt; my skin is cracked and festering.

Job 7:6

My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope.

Job 7:7

Remember that my life is but a breath. My eyes will never again see happiness.

Job 10:20

Are my days not few? Withdraw from me, that I may have a little comfort,

Job 13:25

Would You frighten a windblown leaf? Would You chase after dry chaff?

Job 13:28

So man wastes away like something rotten, like a moth-eaten garment.

Job 17:1

“My spirit is broken; my days are extinguished; the grave awaits me.

Job 17:14

and say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’

Job 17:15

where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me?

Job 17:16

Will it go down to the gates of Sheol? Will we go down together into the dust?”

Psalms 39:5

You, indeed, have made my days as handbreadths, and my lifetime as nothing before You. Truly each man at his best exists as but a breath. Selah

Psalms 90:5

You whisk them away in their sleep; they are like the new grass of the morning—

Psalms 90:6

in the morning it springs up new, but by evening it fades and withers.

Psalms 90:7

For we are consumed by Your anger and terrified by Your wrath.

Psalms 90:8

You have set our iniquities before You, our secret sins in the light of Your presence.

Psalms 90:9

For all our days decline in Your fury; we finish our years with a sigh.

Psalms 90:10

The length of our days is seventy years— or eighty if we are strong— yet their pride is but labor and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away.

Psalms 102:23

He has broken my strength on the way; He has cut short my days.

Psalms 103:14

For He knows our frame; He is mindful that we are dust.

Psalms 103:15

As for man, his days are like grass— he blooms like a flower of the field;

Psalms 103:16

when the wind passes over, it vanishes, and its place remembers it no more.