Job 9:25
My days go quicker than a post-runner: they go in flight, they see no good.
My days go quicker than a post-runner: they go in flight, they see no good.
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26 They go rushing on like reed-boats, like an eagle dropping suddenly on its food.
6 My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.
7 O, keep in mind that my life is wind: my eye will never again see good.
8 The eye of him who sees me will see me no longer: your eyes will be looking for me, but I will be gone.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
12 They are changing night into day; they say, The light is near the dark.
15 Fears have come on me; my hope is gone like the wind, and my well-being like a cloud.
16 But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
18 They go quickly on the face of the waters; their heritage is cursed in the earth; the steps of the crusher of grapes are not turned to their vine-garden.
11 My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.
11 See, he goes past me and I see him not: he goes on before, but I have no knowledge of him.
20 Are not the days of my life small in number? Let your eyes be turned away from me, so that I may have a little pleasure,
18 They go after our steps so that we may not go in our streets: our end is near, our days are numbered; for our end has come.
19 Those who went after us were quicker than the eagles of the heaven, driving us before them on the mountains, waiting secretly for us in the waste land.
23 He has taken my strength from me in the way; he has made short my days.
24 I will say, O my God, take me not away before my time; your years go on through all generations:
14 And flight will be impossible for the quick-footed, and the force of the strong will become feeble, and the man of war will not get away safely:
12 The lines of his men of war put themselves in order, and make high their ways of destruction against me:
13 They have made waste my roads, with a view to my destruction; his bowmen come round about me;
10 My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.
5 You have made my days no longer than a hand's measure; and my years are nothing in your eyes; truly, every man is but a breath. (Selah.)
23 I am gone like the shade when it is stretched out: I am forced out of my place like a locust.
12 My resting-place is pulled up and taken away from me like a herdsman's tent: my life is rolled up like a linen-worker's thread; I am cut off from the cloth on the frame: from day even to night you give me up to pain.
24 The land is given into the power of the evil-doer; the faces of its judges are covered; if not by him, then who has done it?
9 For all our days have gone by in your wrath; our years come to an end like a breath.
10 My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
8 My way is walled up by him so that I may not go by: he has made my roads dark.
9 He has put off my glory from me, and taken the crown from my head.
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
10 I said, In the quiet of my days I am going down into the underworld: the rest of my years are being taken away from me.
8 He is gone like a dream, and is not seen again; he goes in flight like a vision of the night.
9 The eye which saw him sees him no longer; and his place has no more knowledge of him.
2 But as for me, my feet had almost gone from under me; I was near to slipping;
8 See, I go forward, but he is not there; and back, but I do not see him;
2 He comes out like a flower, and is cut down: he goes in flight like a shade, and is never seen again.
9 He has put up a wall of cut stones about my ways, he has made my roads twisted.
11 By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
3 My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.
4 Man is like a breath: his life is like a shade which is quickly gone.
7 My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
8 I would quickly take cover from the driving storm and from the violent wind.
13 From on high he has sent fire into my bones, and it has overcome them: his net is stretched out for my feet, I am turned back by him; he has made me waste and feeble all the day.
1 Why are times not stored up by the Ruler of all, and why do those who have knowledge of him not see his days?
15 The chances of my life are in your hand; take me out of the hands of my haters, and of those who go after me.
20 Between morning and evening they are completely broken; they come to an end for ever, and no one takes note.
15 Where then is my hope? and who will see my desire?
6 They come together, they are waiting in secret places, they take note of my steps, they are waiting for my soul.
47 See how short my time is; why have you made all men for no purpose?
5 Are your days as the days of man, or your years like his,
5 What cause have I for fear in the days of evil, when the evil-doing of those who are working for my downfall is round about me?