Job 7:6
My dayes passe ouer more spedyly then a weauers shuttle, and are spent without hope.
My dayes passe ouer more spedyly then a weauers shuttle, and are spent without hope.
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7 O remember that my lyfe is but a winde, and that myne eye shall no more see pleasures:
8 Yea and the eye that hath seene me, shal see me no more: for yer thou fasten thyne eye vpon me, I come to naught.
25 My dayes are more swyft then a runner, they are gone & haue seene no good thing.
26 They are passed away as the shippes that be good vnder sayle, & as the eagle that fleeth to the pray.
3 Euen so haue I laboured whole monethes long in vayne, and many a carefull night haue I tolde.
4 When I layde me downe to sleepe, I sayde, O when shall I arise? and measuring the euening, I am euen full with tossing to and fro vnto the dawning of the day.
5 My fleshe is clothed with wormes and dust of the earth: my skinne is withered and become horrible.
10 I thought I shoulde haue gone to the gates of hell when myne age was shortened, and haue wanted the residue of my yeres.
11 I spake within my selfe, I wyll neuer visite the Lorde the Lorde I say in this lyfe: I wyll neuer see man among the dwellers of the worlde.
12 Myne age is folden together & taken away from me lyke a sheepheardes cotage, I haue hewen of my lyfe by my sinnes, lyke as a weauer cutteth of his webbe: He wyll with pinyng sicknesse make an ende of me, yea he wyll make an ende of me in one day.
15 Where is then now my hope? or who hath considered the thing that I loke for?
11 My dayes are past, and my counsailes and thoughtes of my heart are vanished away,
11 For what powre haue I to endure? And what is myne end, that my soule might be patient?
11 My dayes fade away lyke a shadowe: and I am wythered lyke grasse.
16 I can see no remedy, I shall liue no more: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
20 Are not my dayes fewe? Let him then leaue of fro me, and let me a lone, that I may comfort my selfe a litle,
1 My breath is corrupt, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes doore.
18 I thought in my selfe, I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the Lorde.
47 Remember what I am, howe short my tyme is of lyfe: wherfore hast thou created in vayne all the sonnes of men?
10 For my life is wasted with sorow, and mine eares with mourning: my strength fayleth me because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are putrified.
7 Myne eye is dimme for very heauinesse, and all my strength is lyke a shadowe.
5 Behold 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.
10 He hath destroyed me on euery side and I am gone: my hope hath he taken away as a tree pluckt vp by the roote.
4 Man is lyke a thyng of naught: his dayes be lyke a shadowe that passeth away.
1 Man that is borne of woman, hath but a short time to lyue, and is full of miserie.
2 He commeth vp, and is cut downe like a floure: He fleeth as it were a shadow, and neuer continueth in one state.
1 Is ther not an appoynted time to man vpon earth? Are not his dayes also like the dayes of an hired seruaunt?
3 For my dayes are consumed away like smoke: and my bones are burnt vp as though they were a firebrande.
14 His confidence shalbe destroyed, and his trust shalbe a spiders webbe.
9 For all our dayes do passe in thine anger: we spende our yeres as in speaking a worde.
7 But now that God hath sent me aduersitie, thou hast troubled al my congregation.
23 he afflicted my strength in the way, he shortened my dayes.
7 And nowe Lord what wayte I after? truely my hope is euen in thee.
15 Feare is turned vpon me, and they pursue my soule as the wind, and my health passeth away as a cloude.
16 Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
4 And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
13 Though I tary neuer so much, yet the graue is my house, & I haue made my bed in the darke.
13 Is it not so that there is in me no helpe? & that my substaunce is taken from me?
23 I passe away like a vading shadowe: and I am dryuen from place to place lyke the grashopper.
28 And I as a rotten thing do consume away, as a garment that is moth eaten.
15 I haue sowed a sackecloth vpon my skinne, and wallowed my head in the dust.
16 My face is withered with weeping, & in mine eyes is the shadowe of death.
20 They shalbe smitten from the morning vnto the euening: yea they shall perishe for euer, when no man regardeth them.
9 (For we are but of yesterday, and consider not that our dayes vpon earth are but a shadowe.)
3 For nowe it woulde be heauier then the sande of the sea: and this is the cause, that my wordes fayle me.
4 My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
20 My tabernacle is destroyed, and all my cordes are broken, my chyldren are gone fro me, & can no where be founde: Nowe haue I none to spreade out my tent, nor to set vp my hanginges.
7 Mine eye is almost put out through griefe: and worne out through all mine enemies.
6 He hath set me in darknesse, as they that be dead for euer.
1 Wo is me, I am become as one that goeth a gleanyng in the haruest: there are no mo grapes to eate, yet would I faine with al my hearte haue of the best fruite.