Job 7:6
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
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7Oh remember that my life is a breath: Mine eye shall no more see good.
8The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more; Thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be.
25Now my days are swifter than a post: They flee away, they see no good,
26They are passed away as the swift ships; As the eagle that swoopeth on the prey.
3So am I made to possess months of misery, And wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.
10I said, In the noontide of my days I shall go into the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
11I said, I shall not see Jehovah, [even] Jehovah in the land of the living: I shall behold man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
12My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me as a shepherd's tent: I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life; he will cut me off from the loom: From day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
15Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, Even the thoughts of my heart.
11What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is mine end, that I should be patient?
11My days are like a shadow that declineth; And I am withered like grass.
16I loathe [my life] ; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.
20Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
1My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
18And I said, My strength is perished, and mine expectation from Jehovah.
47Oh remember how short my time is: For what vanity hast thou created all the children of men!
10For my life is spent with sorrow, And my years with sighing: My strength faileth because of mine iniquity, And my bones are wasted away.
7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, And all my members are as a shadow.
5Behold, thou hast made my days [as] handbreadths; And my life-time is as nothing before thee: Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. {{Selah [
10He hath broken me down on every side, and I am gone; And my hope hath he plucked up like a tree.
4Man is like to vanity: His days are as a shadow that passeth away.
1Man, that is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.
2He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
1Is there not a warfare to man upon earth? And are not his days like the days of a hireling?
3For my days consume away like smoke, And my bones are burned as a firebrand.
14Whose confidence shall break in sunder, And whose trust is a spider's web.
9For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: We bring our years to an end as a sigh.
7But now he hath made me weary: Thou hast made desolate all my company.
23He weakened my strength in the way; He shortened my days.
7And now, Lord, what wait I for? My hope is in thee.
15Terrors are turned upon me; They chase mine honor as the wind; And my welfare is passed away as a cloud.
16And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; My heart within me is desolate.
13If I look for Sheol as my house; If I have spread my couch in the darkness;
13Is it not that I have no help in me, And that wisdom is driven quite from me?
23I am gone like the shadow when it declineth: I am tossed up and down as the locust.
28Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.
15I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And have laid my horn in the dust.
16My face is red with weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
20Betwixt morning and evening they are destroyed: They perish for ever without any regarding it.
9(For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, Because our days upon earth are a shadow);
3For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas: Therefore have my words been rash.
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
20My tent is destroyed, and all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth from me, and they are not: there is none to spread my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
7Mine eye wasteth away because of grief; It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.
6He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
1Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grape gleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat; my soul desireth the first-ripe fig.