Job 7:6

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My days pass more swiftly than a weaver's shuttle, and they come to an end without hope.

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  • Job 9:25 : 25 My days are swifter than a runner; they flee away and do not see any good.
  • Job 17:15 : 15 then where is my hope? And who can see any hope for me?
  • Job 17:11 : 11 My days have passed, my plans are broken off, and the desires of my heart are gone.
  • Isa 38:12-13 : 12 My dwelling is pulled up and taken from me, like a shepherd's tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver rolls a cloth; He cuts me off from the loom. Day and night You bring me to an end. 13 I have calmed myself until morning; like a lion, He breaks all my bones. Day and night You bring me to an end.
  • 1 Pet 1:24 : 24 For, "All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flower of the grass. The grass withers, and the flower falls off,
  • Isa 40:6-7 : 6 A voice says, 'Cry out.' And I said, 'What shall I cry?' All people are like grass, and all their faithfulness is like the flowers of the field. 7 The grass withers and the flowers fall, because the breath of the Lord blows on them. Surely the people are like grass.
  • Jer 2:25 : 25 Keep your feet from going bare and your throat from thirst. But you said, ‘It’s hopeless! I love foreigners, and I will follow them.’
  • Eph 2:12 : 12 were at that time separated from Christ, alienated from the commonwealth of Israel, and strangers to the covenants of promise, having no hope and without God in the world.
  • Jas 1:11 : 11 For the sun rises with its scorching heat, and withers the grass; its flower falls, and its beauty perishes. In the same way, the rich person will fade away in the midst of his pursuits.
  • Jas 4:14 : 14 Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.
  • 1 Pet 1:13 : 13 Therefore, prepare your minds for action, be sober-minded, and set your hope completely on the grace to be brought to you at the revelation of Jesus Christ.
  • Job 6:11 : 11 What is my strength, that I should hope? What is my end, that I should prolong my life?
  • Job 13:15 : 15 Though He slay me, yet I will hope in Him. Nevertheless, I will defend my ways before Him.
  • Job 16:22 : 22 For only a few years will come, and the path I take will never return.
  • Ps 90:5-6 : 5 You sweep them away like a flood; they are like a dream, like grass that springs up in the morning— 6 In the morning it flourishes and grows, but by evening it withers and dries up.
  • Ps 102:11 : 11 Because of your wrath and indignation, for you have lifted me up and thrown me aside.
  • Ps 103:15-16 : 15 As for man, his days are like grass, he blooms like a flower of the field. 16 The wind blows over it, and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more.
  • Ps 144:4 : 4 Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
  • Prov 14:32 : 32 The wicked are brought down by their own evil, but the righteous take refuge when they die.

Similar Verses (AI)

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  • Job 7:7-8
    2 verses
    82%

    7 Remember that my life is but a breath; my eyes will never see good again.

    8 The eye that now sees me will see me no longer; you will look for me, but I will be no more.

  • Job 9:25-26
    2 verses
    80%

    25 My days are swifter than a runner; they flee away and do not see any good.

    26 They pass by like reed boats, like an eagle swooping down on its prey.

  • Job 7:3-5
    3 verses
    79%

    3 so I have been allotted months of futility, and nights of misery have been assigned to me.

    4 When I lie down, I think, 'When will I get up?' But the night drags on, and I am filled with tossing till dawn.

    5 My body is clothed with worms and scabs; my skin cracks and festers.

  • Isa 38:10-12
    3 verses
    78%

    10 I said, "In the prime of my life I must go through the gates of Sheol; I am deprived of the rest of my years."

    11 I said, "I will not see the LORD, the LORD, in the land of the living; I will no longer look on humanity or be with those who dwell in the world of the dead."

    12 My dwelling is pulled up and taken from me, like a shepherd's tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver rolls a cloth; He cuts me off from the loom. Day and night You bring me to an end.

  • 15 then where is my hope? And who can see any hope for me?

  • 11 My days have passed, my plans are broken off, and the desires of my heart are gone.

  • 11 What is my strength, that I should hope? What is my end, that I should prolong my life?

  • 11 Because of your wrath and indignation, for you have lifted me up and thrown me aside.

  • 16 I despise my life; I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.

  • 20 Are not my days few? Leave me alone, so I may have a moment of relief.

  • 1 My spirit is broken, my days have faded away, and the grave is ready for me.

  • 18 So I say, 'My strength is gone, and so is my hope from the LORD.'

  • 47 How long, LORD? Will you hide yourself forever? Will your wrath keep burning like fire?

  • 10 Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am in distress. My eyes grow weak with sorrow, as do my soul and my body.

  • 7 My eyes have grown dim from grief, and all my limbs are like a shadow.

  • 5 LORD, let me know my end and the number of my days, so I may understand how fleeting my life is.

  • 10 He breaks me down on every side, and I am gone; He uproots my hope like a tree.

  • 4 Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.

  • Job 14:1-2
    2 verses
    73%

    1 Man, born of a woman, is short-lived and full of trouble.

    2 He springs up like a flower and withers away; he flees like a shadow and does not endure.

  • 1 Isn't human life on earth like hard labor and their days like those of a hired worker?

  • 3 Do not hide your face from me in the day of my distress; incline your ear to me; on the day I call, answer me quickly.

  • 14 Their confidence is easily cut off, and their trust is like a spider's web.

  • 9 All our days pass away under your wrath; we finish our years with a sigh.

  • 7 Surely now, God has worn me out; you have devastated my entire household.

  • 23 when peoples and kingdoms gather together to serve the LORD.

  • 7 Surely, man goes about as a shadow; surely, they make an uproar over nothing; he heaps up wealth, not knowing who will gather it.

  • Job 30:15-16
    2 verses
    71%

    15 Terrors are turned upon me; they pursue my dignity like the wind, and my salvation has vanished like a cloud.

    16 And now my soul is poured out within me; days of suffering seize hold of me.

  • 4 My spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart is appalled inside me.

  • 13 If I hope for Sheol as my home, and I make my bed in darkness,

  • 13 Indeed, there is no help in me, and ability has been driven from me.

  • 23 I am fading away like a shadow at sunset; I am shaken off like a locust.

  • 28 So man wastes away like something rotten, like a garment eaten by moths.

  • Job 16:15-16
    2 verses
    71%

    15 I have sewn sackcloth over my skin and buried my strength in the dust.

    16 My face is red with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death.

  • 20 From morning to evening they are broken to pieces; without anyone noticing, they perish forever.

  • 9 for we were only born yesterday and know nothing, and our days on earth are but a shadow.

  • 3 For now, it is heavier than the sands of the seas; that is why my words are impulsive.

  • 4 He has worn away my flesh and my skin; He has broken my bones.

  • 20 My tent is destroyed, and all its ropes are broken. My children have left me—they are no more. There is no one to pitch my tent or set up my curtains.

  • 70%

    7 I am worn out from my groaning; all night long I drench my bed with tears and flood my couch with weeping.

  • 6 He has made me dwell in dark places, like those long dead.

  • 1 Woe is me, for I am like those gathering summer fruit, like those gleaning after the harvest; there is no cluster to eat, no early fig that my soul desires.