Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!(Job 6:8)

Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!(Job 6:9)

Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.(Job 6:10)

What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?

Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?(Job 6:12)

Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?(Job 6:13)

To him that is afflicted pity should be shewed from his friend; but he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.(Job 6:14)

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Job 6:11 - Referencia Cruzada

Wilt thou break a leaf driven to and fro? and wilt thou pursue the dry stubble? (Job 13:25)

And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth eaten. (Job 13:28)

I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister. (Job 17:14)

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome. (Job 7:5)

He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days. (Salmos 102:23)

Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up. (Salmos 90:5)

For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust. (Salmos 103:14)

My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me. (Job 17:1)

Behold, 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. (Salmos 39:5)

Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little, (Job 10:20)

As for me, is my complaint to man? and if it were so, why should not my spirit be troubled? (Job 21:4)