Job 9:25
My days are swifter than a runner; they flee away and do not see any good.
My days are swifter than a runner; they flee away and do not see any good.
Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.
Now my days are swifter than a runner: they flee away, they see no good.
Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.
Now my days{H3117} are swifter{H7043} than a post:{H7323} They flee away,{H1272} they see{H7200} no good,{H2896}
Now my days{H3117} are swifter{H7043}{(H8804)} than a post{H7323}{(H8801)}: they flee away{H1272}{(H8804)}, they see{H7200}{(H8804)} no good{H2896}.
My dayes haue bene more swifte, then a runner: they are gone sodenly, and haue sene no good thinge.
My dayes haue bene more swift then a post: they haue fled, and haue seene no good thing.
My dayes are more swyft then a runner, they are gone & haue seene no good thing.
¶ Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.
"Now my days are swifter than a runner. They flee away, they see no good,
My days have been swifter than a runner, They have fled, they have not seen good,
Now my days are swifter than a post: They flee away, they see no good,
Now my days are swifter than a post: They flee away, they see no good,
My days go quicker than a post-runner: they go in flight, they see no good.
"Now my days are swifter than a runner. They flee away, they see no good,
Renewed Complaint“My days are swifter than a runner, they speed by without seeing happiness.
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26 They pass by like reed boats, like an eagle swooping down on its prey.
6 My days pass more swiftly than a weaver's shuttle, and they come to an end without hope.
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.
11 My days have passed, my plans are broken off, and the desires of my heart are gone.
12 They make night into day: ‘The light is near,’ they say, in the presence of darkness.
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.
18 Swift upon the surface of the waters they are; their portion is cursed in the land; they do not turn to the way of the vineyards.
11 Because of your wrath and indignation, for you have lifted me up and thrown me aside.
11 Behold, He passes by me, and I do not see Him; He moves on, and I do not perceive Him.
20 Are not my days few? Leave me alone, so I may have a moment of relief.
18 Our steps were closely pursued so that we could not walk in our streets. Our end drew near; our days were fulfilled, for our end had come.
19 Our pursuers were swifter than eagles in the sky; they chased us over the mountains and lay in wait for us in the wilderness.
23 when peoples and kingdoms gather together to serve the LORD.
24 He has afflicted my strength in the way; he has shortened my days.
14 Flight will perish from the swift, the strong will not retain their strength, and the warrior will not save his life.
12 On my right-hand side, the mob rises up; they push away my feet and build up their ways of destruction against me.
13 They tear up my path; they help advance my ruin, even though no one comes to assist them.
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.
5 LORD, let me know my end and the number of my days, so I may understand how fleeting my life is.
23 I am fading away like a shadow at sunset; I am shaken off like a locust.
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.
24 The earth is given into the hands of the wicked; He covers the faces of its judges. If it is not He, then who is it?
9 All our days pass away under your wrath; we finish our years with a sigh.
10 O Lord, all my desires are before you, and my sighing is not hidden from you.
8 He has blocked my path so I cannot pass; He has shrouded my ways with darkness.
9 He has stripped me of my honor and removed the crown from my head.
1 My spirit is broken, my days have faded away, and the grave is ready for me.
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."
8 Like a dream he flies away and is no more; he is chased away like a vision of the night.
9 The eye that saw him will see him no longer, and his place will behold him no more.
2 But as for me, my feet almost slipped, my steps nearly stumbled.
8 But if I go to the east, he is not there; if I go to the west, I cannot perceive him.
2 He springs up like a flower and withers away; he flees like a shadow and does not endure.
9 He has blocked my ways with cut stone; He has made my paths crooked.
11 He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
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.
4 Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
7 My eyes have grown dim from grief, and all my limbs are like a shadow.
8 See, I would flee far away; I would stay in the wilderness forever. Selah.
13 From on high he sent fire; it burns in my bones. He spread a net for my feet and turned me back. He made me desolate, faint all the day long.
1 Why does the Almighty not reserve times of judgment, and why do those who know Him not see His days of justice?
15 But I trust in you, O LORD; I say, 'You are my God.'
20 From morning to evening they are broken to pieces; without anyone noticing, they perish forever.
15 then where is my hope? And who can see any hope for me?
6 All day long they twist my words; all their plans are against me for evil.
47 How long, LORD? Will you hide yourself forever? Will your wrath keep burning like fire?
5 Are Your days like the days of a human? Are Your years like those of a strong man?
5 I will incline my ear to a proverb; I will expound my riddle on the harp.