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11 What is my strength, that I should wait?
    And what is my end, that I should be patient?(A)

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14 For he knows how we were made;
    he remembers that we are dust.(A)

15 As for mortals, their days are like grass;
    they flourish like a flower of the field;(B)
16 for the wind passes over it, and it is gone,
    and its place knows it no more.

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23 He has broken my strength in midcourse;
    he has shortened my days.(A)

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You have made my days a few handbreadths,
    and my lifetime is as nothing in your sight.
Surely everyone stands as a mere breath. Selah(A)

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Job Prays for Relief

17 “My spirit is broken; my days are extinct;
    the grave is ready for me.(A)

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You sweep them away; they are like a dream,
    like grass that is renewed in the morning;(A)
in the morning it flourishes and is renewed;
    in the evening it fades and withers.(B)

For we are consumed by your anger;
    by your wrath we are overwhelmed.
You have set our iniquities before you,
    our secret sins in the light of your countenance.(C)

For all our days pass away under your wrath;
    our years come to an end[a] like a sigh.(D)
10 The days of our life are seventy years
    or perhaps eighty, if we are strong;
even then their span[b] is only toil and trouble;
    they are soon gone, and we fly away.(E)

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Footnotes

  1. 90.9 Syr: Heb we bring our years to an end
  2. 90.10 Cn Compare Gk Syr Jerome Tg: Heb pride

As for me, is my complaint addressed to mortals?
    Why should I not be impatient?(A)

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14 if I say to the Pit, ‘You are my father,’
    and to the worm, ‘My mother’ or ‘My sister,’(A)
15 where then is my hope?
    Who will see my hope?(B)
16 Will it go down to the bars of Sheol?
    Shall we descend together into the dust?”(C)

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28 One wastes away like a rotten thing,
    like a garment that is moth-eaten.(A)

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25 Will you frighten a windblown leaf
    and pursue dry chaff?(A)

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20 Are not the days of my life few?[a]
    Let me alone, that I may find a little comfort[b](A)

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Footnotes

  1. 10.20 Cn Compare Gk Syr: Heb Are not my days few? Let him cease!
  2. 10.20 Heb that I may brighten up a little

My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt;
    my skin hardens, then breaks out again.
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle
    and come to their end without hope.[a](A)

“Remember that my life is a breath;
    my eye will never again see good.(B)

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Footnotes

  1. 7.6 Or as the thread runs out