Job 7:1
Is ther not an appoynted time to man vpon earth? Are not his dayes also like the dayes of an hired seruaunt?
Is ther not an appoynted time to man vpon earth? Are not his dayes also like the dayes of an hired seruaunt?
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2For like as a bonde seruaunt desireth the shadowe, and as an hyreling woulde fayne haue the rewarde of his worke:
3Euen so haue I laboured whole monethes long in vayne, and many a carefull night haue I tolde.
4Hast thou fleshy eyes? or doest thou loke as a man loketh?
5Or are thy dayes as the dayes of man? and thy yeres as mans yeres?
16I can see no remedy, I shall liue no more: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
17What is man that thou doest magnifie him? and that thou settest thy heart vpon him?
18Thou visitest him early and euery day, euery moment doest thou trie him.
5The dayes of man surely are determined, the number of his monethes are knowen onely vnto thee, thou hast appoynted him his bondes which he can not go beyonde.
6Go from him, that he may rest vntill his day come which he loketh for, lyke as an hireling doth.
3O God, what is man that thou doest knowe hym? what is the sonne of man that thou doest thynke of hym?
4Man is lyke a thyng of naught: his dayes be lyke a shadowe that passeth away.
13O that thou wouldest hide me in the graue, & keepe me secret vntyl thy wrath were past, and to appoynt me a time wherein thou mightest remember me.
14May a dead man lyue againe? All the dayes of my lyfe wyll I wayte still, till my chaunging shall come.
14Use well the tyme of prosperitie, and remember the tyme of misfortune: for God doth so temper the one and the other, that a man can finde nothing els.
15All thinges haue I considered in the time of my vanitie: that the iust man perisheth for his righteousnesse sake, & the vngodly liueth in his wickednesse.
6My dayes passe ouer more spedyly then a weauers shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7O remember that my lyfe is but a winde, and that myne eye shall no more see pleasures:
6Yea, though he lyued two thousande yeres, yet hath he no good lyfe: Come not all to one place?
7All the labour that a man taketh, is for him selfe, and yet his desire is neuer fylled after his mynde.
47Remember what I am, howe short my tyme is of lyfe: wherfore hast thou created in vayne all the sonnes of men?
9What hath a man els that doth any thyng, but weerinesse and labour?
1Man that is borne of woman, hath but a short time to lyue, and is full of miserie.
2He commeth vp, and is cut downe like a floure: He fleeth as it were a shadow, and neuer continueth in one state.
3Doest thou open thyne eyes vpon such one, and bringest me into thy iudgement?
6For euery thing wyll haue oportunitie and iudgement: and this is the thing that maketh men full of carefulnesse and sorowe.
7And why? a man knoweth not what is for to come: for who can tell hym when it shalbe?
3For what els hath a man of all the labour that he taketh vnder the sunne?
11Many thinges there be that encrease vanitie, and what hath a man els?
12For who knoweth what is good for man liuing in the dayes of his vayne life, whiche is but a shadowe? Or who wyl tell a man what shall happen after hym vnder the sunne?
1Considering then that there is no time hyd from the almightie, how happeneth it that they which know him do not regarde his dayes?
4Knowest thou not this of olde, and since God plaged man vpon earth,
15But shalt geue him his hyre the same day, & let not the sunne go downe theron, for he is needie, and therwith sustayneth his life: lest he crye against thee vnto the Lorde, and it be sinne vnto thee.
8There is one man, no mo but himselfe alone, hauing neither childe nor brother, yet is there no ende of his carefull trauayle, his eyes can not be satisfied with riches: yet saith he not for whom do I take such trauayle? For whose pleasure do I thus consume away my life? This is also a vayne and miserable thyng.
1Euery thyng hath a tyme, yea all that is vnder the heaue hath his conuenient season.
2For how great a portion shall I haue of God? and what inheritaunce from the almightie on hye?
5Behold thou hast made my dayes as it were an hand breadth long, & mine age is euen as nothing before thee: truely euery man is al together vanitie. Selah.
6Truely man walketh in a vayne shadowe, truely he and all his do disquiet them selues in vayne: he heapeth vp riches, & can not tel who shal vse them.
15The dayes of man are as the dayes of an hearbe: he florisheth as a flowre in the fielde.
20Are not my dayes fewe? Let him then leaue of fro me, and let me a lone, that I may comfort my selfe a litle,
22For what getteth a man of all the labour and trauayle of his mynde that he taketh vnder the sunne?
23But heauinesse, sorowe, and disquietnesse all the dayes of his life? Insomuch that his heart can not rest in the nyght: This is also a vayne thyng.
21For what careth he for his house after his death, when the number of his monethes is cut short?
20For there is not one iust vpon earth that doth good, and sinneth not.
8If a man lyue many yeres, and be glad in them all, let hym remember the dayes of darknesse whiche shalbe manye, and that foloweth: Al thinges shalbe but vanitie.
23Man goeth foorth to his worke: and to do his seruice vntyll the euening.
9All these thinges haue I considered, and applied my mynde vnto euery worke that is vnder the sunne, howe one man hath lordship vpon another to his owne harme.
15For we be but straungers before thee, and soiourners, as were al our fathers: Our dayes on the earth also are but as a shadowe, and there is none abiding.
9(For we are but of yesterday, and consider not that our dayes vpon earth are but a shadowe.)
14Yet is there a vanitie vpon earth: There be iust men vnto whom it happeneth as though they had the workes of the vngodly: Againe, there be vngodly, with whom it goeth as though they had the workes of the righteous: This haue I called also a vayne thing.
16This is a miserable plague, that he shall go euen as he came away: What helpeth it him then that he hath laboured in the wynde?