Job 7:16
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I loathe my life! I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
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Job, in this chapter, goes on to express the bitter sense he had of his calamities and to justify himself in his desire of death. I. He complains to himself and his friends of his troubles, and the constant agitation he was in (Job 7:1-6). II. He turns to God, and expostulates with him (Job 7:7, to the end), in which, 1. He pleads the final period which death puts to our present state (Job 7:7-10). 2. He passionately complains of the miserable condition he was now in (Job 7:11-16). 3. He wonders that God will thus contend with him, and begs for the pardon of his sins and a speedy release out of his miseries (Job 7:17-21). It is hard to methodize the speeches of one who owned himself almost desperate, Job 6:26.
Open source ↗7:16 for my few remaining days: Literally for my days are a vapor (Hebrew hebel); see “All Is ‘Vapor’” Theme Note.
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“I loathe my own life; I will express my complaint and speak in the bitterness of my soul.
while he himself traveled on a day’s journey into the wilderness. He sat down under a broom tree and prayed that he might die. “I have had enough, LORD,” he said. “Take my life, for I am no better than my fathers.”
look away from him and let him rest, so he can enjoy his day as a hired hand.
Though I am blameless, I have no concern for myself; I despise my own life.
Lowborn men are but a vapor, the exalted but a lie. Weighed on the scale, they go up; together they are but a vapor.
Turn Your gaze away from me, that I may again be cheered before I depart and am no more.”
that God would be willing to crush me, to unleash His hand and cut me off!
As the sun was rising, God appointed a scorching east wind, and the sun beat down on Jonah’s head so that he grew faint and wished to die, saying, “It is better for me to die than to live.”
Are my days not few? Withdraw from me, that I may have a little comfort,
Then Rebekah said to Isaac, “I am weary of my life because of these Hittite women. If Jacob takes a Hittite wife from among them, what good is my life?”