Job 9:25
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.
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26 They are passed away as the swift ships: as the eagle that hasteth to the prey.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7 O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
8 The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
12 They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
15 Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
18 He is swift as the waters; their portion is cursed in the earth: he beholdeth not the way of the vineyards.
11 My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.
11 Lo, he goeth by me, and I see him not: he passeth on also, but I perceive him not.
20 Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
18 They hunt our steps, that we cannot go in our streets: our end is near, our days are fulfilled; for our end is come.
19 Our persecutors are swifter than the eagles of the heaven: they pursued us upon the mountains, they laid wait for us in the wilderness.
23 He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
24 I said, O my God, take me not away in the midst of my days: thy years are throughout all generations.
14 Therefore the flight shall perish from the swift, and the strong shall not strengthen his force, neither shall the mighty deliver himself:
12 Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.
13 They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.
10 For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
5 Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.
23 I am gone like the shadow when it declineth: I am tossed up and down as the locust.
12 Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
24 The earth is given into the hand of the wicked: he covereth the faces of the judges thereof; if not, where, and who is he?
9 For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told.
10 My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
8 He hath fenced up my way that I cannot pass, and he hath set darkness in my paths.
9 He hath stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
10 I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
8 He shall fly away as a dream, and shall not be found: yea, he shall be chased away as a vision of the night.
9 The eye also which saw him shall see him no more; neither shall his place any more behold him.
2 But as for me, my feet were almost gone; my steps had well nigh slipped.
8 Behold, I go forward, but he is not there; and backward, but I cannot perceive him:
2 He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
9 He hath inclosed my ways with hewn stone, he hath made my paths crooked.
11 He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
3 For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.
4 Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
8 I would hasten my escape from the windy storm and tempest.
13 From above hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them: he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: he hath made me desolate and faint all the day.
1 Why, seeing times are not hidden from the Almighty, do they that know him not see his days?
15 My times are in thy hand: deliver me from the hand of mine enemies, and from them that persecute me.
20 They are destroyed from morning to evening: they perish for ever without any regarding it.
15 And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
6 They gather themselves together, they hide themselves, they mark my steps, when they wait for my soul.
47 Remember how short my time is: wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?
5 Are thy days as the days of man? are thy years as man's days,
5 Wherefore should I fear in the days of evil, when the iniquity of my heels shall compass me about?