Job 6:11 Cross References - BSB

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

⁵ My flesh is clothed with worms and encrusted with dirt; my skin is cracked and festering. ⁶ My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope. ⁷ Remember that my life is but a breath. My eyes will never again see happiness.

²⁰ Are my days not few? Withdraw from me, that I may have a little comfort,

²⁵ Would You frighten a windblown leaf? Would You chase after dry chaff?

²⁸ So man wastes away like something rotten, like a moth-eaten garment.

¹ “My spirit is broken; my days are extinguished; the grave awaits me.

¹⁴ and say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’ ¹⁵ where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me? ¹⁶ Will it go down to the gates of Sheol? Will we go down together into the dust?”

⁴ Is my complaint against a man? Then why should I not be impatient?

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

⁵ You whisk them away in their sleep; they are like the new grass of the morning— ⁶ in the morning it springs up new, but by evening it fades and withers. ⁷ For we are consumed by Your anger and terrified by Your wrath. ⁸ You have set our iniquities before You, our secret sins in the light of Your presence. ⁹ For all our days decline in Your fury; we finish our years with a sigh. 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.

²³ He has broken my strength on the way; He has cut short my days.

¹⁴ For He knows our frame; He is mindful that we are dust. ¹⁵ As for man, his days are like grass—he blooms like a flower of the field; ¹⁶ when the wind passes over, it vanishes, and its place remembers it no more.