Job 7:6
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
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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.
25 ¶ Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.
26 They are passed away as the swift ships: as the eagle [that] hasteth to the prey.
3 So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4 When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
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.
11 I said, I shall not see the LORD, [even] the LORD, in the land of the living: I shall behold man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
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.
15 And where [is] now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, [even] the thoughts of my heart.
11 What [is] my strength, that I should hope? and what [is] mine end, that I should prolong my life?
11 My days [are] like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.
16 I loathe [it]; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days [are] vanity.
20 [Are] not my days few? cease [then, and] let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
1 ¶ My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves [are ready] for me.
18 And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the LORD:
47 Remember how short my time is: wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?
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.
7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members [are] as a shadow.
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.
10 He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree.
4 Man is like to vanity: his days [are] as a shadow that passeth away.
1 ¶ Man [that is] born of a woman [is] of few days, and full of trouble.
2 He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
1 ¶ [Is there] not an appointed time to man upon earth? [are not] his days also like the days of an hireling?
3 For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.
14 Whose hope shall be cut off, and whose trust [shall be] a spider's web.
9 For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale [that is told].
7 But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
23 ¶ He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
7 ¶ And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope [is] in thee.
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.
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
13 If I wait, the grave [is] mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
13 [Is] not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
23 I am gone like the shadow when it declineth: I am tossed up and down as the locust.
28 And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth eaten.
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
16 My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids [is] the shadow of death;
20 They are destroyed from morning to evening: they perish for ever without any regarding [it].
9 (For we [are but of] yesterday, and know nothing, because our days upon earth [are] a shadow:)
3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
4 My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
20 My tabernacle is spoiled, and all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth of me, and they [are] not: [there is] none to stretch forth my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
7 Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.
6 He hath set me in dark places, as [they that be] dead of old.
1 ¶ Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grapegleanings of the vintage: [there is] no cluster to eat: my soul desired the firstripe fruit.