Job 10:20
Are my days not few? Withdraw from me, that I may have a little comfort,
BSB
ASV
Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
KJV
Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
Are not my days few? - My life is short, and hastens to a close. Let not then my afflictions be continued to the last moment of life, but let thine hand be removed, that I may enjoy some rest before I go hence, to return no more. This is an address to God, and the meaning is, that as life was necessarily so short, he asked to be permitted to enjoy some comfort before he should go to the land of darkness and of death; compare the note at Job 7:
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Job 14:1“Man, who is born of woman, is short of days and full of trouble.
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Yet man is born to trouble as surely as sparks fly upward.
How then can a man be just before God? How can one born of woman be pure?
Indeed, all his days are filled with grief, and his task is sorrowful; even at night, his mind does not rest. This too is futile.
“Is not man consigned to labor on earth? Are not his days like those of a hired hand?
Truly I tell you, among those born of women there has risen no one greater than John the Baptist. Yet even the least in the kingdom of heaven is greater than he.
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Psalms 39:5You, 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
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Remember the briefness of my lifespan! For what futility You have created all men!
Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
For all our days decline in Your fury; we finish our years with a sigh.