Job 6:11–13

¹⁴For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust.

¹⁵As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.

¹⁶For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.

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

²³He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.

⁵Behold, 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.

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

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

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

¹⁴I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.

¹⁵And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?

¹⁶They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.

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

⁵My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

⁶My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.

⁷O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.

⁵Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up.

⁶In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth.

⁷For we are consumed by thine anger, and by thy wrath are we troubled.

⁸Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, our secret sins in the light of thy countenance.

⁹For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told.

¹⁰The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.

¹⁸His bones are as strong pieces of brass; his bones are like bars of iron.

²⁴His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.

¹²For our rejoicing is this, the testimony of our conscience, that in simplicity and godly sincerity, not with fleshly wisdom, but by the grace of God, we have had our conversation in the world, and more abundantly to you-ward.

²How hast thou helped him that is without power? how savest thou the arm that hath no strength?

²No doubt but ye are the people, and wisdom shall die with you.

³But I have understanding as well as you; I am not inferior to you: yea, who knoweth not such things as these?

²What ye know, the same do I know also: I am not inferior unto you.

²⁸But ye should say, Why persecute we him, seeing the root of the matter is found in me?

⁴But let every man prove his own work, and then shall he have rejoicing in himself alone, and not in another.