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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7 Remember that my life is but a wind, and that mine eye shall not returne to see pleasure.
8 The eye that hath seene me, shall see me no more: thine eyes are vpon me, and I shall be no longer.
25 My dayes haue bene more swift then a post: they haue fled, and haue seene no good thing.
26 They are passed as with the most swift ships, and as the eagle that flyeth to the pray.
3 So haue I had as an inheritance the moneths of vanitie, and painefull nights haue bene appointed vnto me.
4 If 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.
5 My flesh is clothed with wormes and filthinesse of the dust: my skinne is rent, and become horrible.
10 I 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.
11 I 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.
12 Mine 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.
15 Where is then now mine hope? or who shal consider the thing, that I hoped for?
11 My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
11 What power haue I that I should endure? or what is mine end, if I should prolong my life?
11 My dayes are like a shadowe that fadeth, and I am withered like grasse.
16 I abhorre it, I shall not liue alway: spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
20 Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
1 My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
18 And I saide, My strength & mine hope is perished from the Lord,
47 Remember of what time I am: wherefore shouldest thou create in vaine all the children of men?
10 For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
7 Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
5 Beholde, 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.
10 He hath destroyed mee on euery side and I am gone: and he hath remoued mine hope like a tree.
4 Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.
1 Man that is borne of woman, is of short continuance, and full of trouble.
2 He shooteth foorth as a flowre, and is cut downe: he vanisheth also as a shadowe, and continueth not.
1 Is there not an appointed time to man vpon earth? and are not his dayes as the dayes of an hyreling?
3 For my dayes are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burnt like an herthe.
14 His confidence also shalbe cut off, and his trust shalbe as the house of a spyder.
9 For all our dayes are past in thine anger: we haue spent our yeeres as a thought.
7 But now hee maketh mee wearie: O God, thou hast made all my congregation desolate,
23 He abated my strength in the way, and shortened my dayes.
7 And now Lord, what wait I for? mine hope is euen in thee.
15 Feare is turned vpon mee: and they pursue my soule as the winde, and mine health passeth away as a cloude.
16 Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
4 And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
13 Though I hope, yet the graue shall bee mine house, and I shal make my bed in the darke.
13 Is it not so, that there is in me no helpe? and that strength is taken from me?
23 I depart like the shadowe that declineth, and am shaken off as the grashopper.
28 Such one consumeth like a rotten thing, and as a garment that is motheaten.
15 I haue sowed a sackcloth vpon my skinne, and haue abased mine horne vnto the dust.
16 My face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is vpon mine eyes,
20 They 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)
3 For it woulde be nowe heauier then the sande of the sea: therefore my wordes are swallowed vp.
4 My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.
20 My 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.
7 Mine eye is dimmed for despight, and sunke in because of all mine enemies.
6 He hath set me in darke places, as they that be dead for euer.
1 Wo 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.