Job 7:6
My dayes are swifter then a weauers shittle, and they are spent without hope.
My dayes are swifter then a weauers shittle, and they are spent without hope.
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7Remember that my life is but a wind, and that mine eye shall not returne to see pleasure.
8The eye that hath seene me, shall see me no more: thine eyes are vpon me, and I shall be no longer.
25My dayes haue bene more swift then a post: they haue fled, and haue seene no good thing.
26They are passed as with the most swift ships, and as the eagle that flyeth to the pray.
3So haue I had as an inheritance the moneths of vanitie, and painefull nights haue bene appointed vnto me.
4If I layed me downe, I sayde, When shall I arise? and measuring the euening I am euen full with tossing to and fro vnto the dawning of the day.
5My flesh is clothed with wormes and filthinesse of the dust: my skinne is rent, and become horrible.
10I saide in the cutting off of my dayes, I shall goe to the gates of the graue: I am depriued of the residue of my yeeres.
11I said, I shall not see the Lord, euen the Lord in the land of the liuing: I shall see man no more among the inhabitants of the world.
12Mine habitation is departed, and is remoued from me, like a shepheards tent: I haue cut off like a weauer my life: he will cut me off from the height: from day to night, thou wilt make an ende of me.
15Where is then now mine hope? or who shal consider the thing, that I hoped for?
11My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
11What power haue I that I should endure? or what is mine end, if I should prolong my life?
11My dayes are like a shadowe that fadeth, and I am withered like grasse.
16I abhorre it, I shall not liue alway: spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
20Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
1My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
18And I saide, My strength & mine hope is perished from the Lord,
47Remember of what time I am: wherefore shouldest thou create in vaine all the children of men?
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
7Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
5Beholde, thou hast made my dayes as an hand breadth, and mine age as nothing in respect of thee: surely euery man in his best state is altogether vanitie. Selah.
10He hath destroyed mee on euery side and I am gone: and he hath remoued mine hope like a tree.
4Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.
1Man that is borne of woman, is of short continuance, and full of trouble.
2He shooteth foorth as a flowre, and is cut downe: he vanisheth also as a shadowe, and continueth not.
1Is there not an appointed time to man vpon earth? and are not his dayes as the dayes of an hyreling?
3For my dayes are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burnt like an herthe.
14His confidence also shalbe cut off, and his trust shalbe as the house of a spyder.
9For all our dayes are past in thine anger: we haue spent our yeeres as a thought.
7But now hee maketh mee wearie: O God, thou hast made all my congregation desolate,
23He abated my strength in the way, and shortened my dayes.
7And now Lord, what wait I for? mine hope is euen in thee.
15Feare is turned vpon mee: and they pursue my soule as the winde, and mine health passeth away as a cloude.
16Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
4And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
13Though I hope, yet the graue shall bee mine house, and I shal make my bed in the darke.
13Is it not so, that there is in me no helpe? and that strength is taken from me?
23I depart like the shadowe that declineth, and am shaken off as the grashopper.
28Such one consumeth like a rotten thing, and as a garment that is motheaten.
15I haue sowed a sackcloth vpon my skinne, and haue abased mine horne vnto the dust.
16My face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is vpon mine eyes,
20They be destroyed from the morning vnto the euening: they perish for euer, without regarde.
9(For we are but of yesterday, and are ignorant: for our dayes vpon earth are but a shadowe)
3For it woulde be nowe heauier then the sande of the sea: therefore my wordes are swallowed vp.
4My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.
20My tabernacle is destroyed, and all my coardes are broken: my children are gone from me, and are not: there is none to spread out my tent any more, and to set vp my curtaines.
7Mine eye is dimmed for despight, and sunke in because of all mine enemies.
6He hath set me in darke places, as they that be dead for euer.
1Wo is me, for I am as the sommer gatherings, and as the grapes of the vintage: there is no cluster to eate: my soule desired the first ripe fruites.