Job 9:25
Now my days are swifter than a runner: they flee away, they see no good.
Now my days are swifter than a runner: they flee away, they see no good.
My days are swifter than a runner; they flee away and do not see any good.
Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.
My dayes haue bene more swifte, then a runner: they are gone sodenly, and haue sene no good thinge.
My dayes haue bene more swift then a post: they haue fled, and haue seene no good thing.
My dayes are more swyft then a runner, they are gone & haue seene no good thing.
¶ Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.
"Now my days are swifter than a runner. They flee away, they see no good,
My days have been swifter than a runner, They have fled, they have not seen good,
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,
My days go quicker than a post-runner: they go in flight, they see no good.
"Now my days are swifter than a runner. They flee away, they see no good,
Renewed Complaint“My days are swifter than a runner, they speed by without seeing happiness.
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26They pass away like swift ships: like the eagle hastening to the prey.
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7Oh, remember that my life is a breath; my eye shall see good no more.
8The eye of him who has seen me shall see me no more; your eyes are upon me, and I am not.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
12They change the night into day; the light is near because of darkness.
15Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind, and my welfare passes away like a cloud.
16And now my soul is poured out within me; the days of affliction have seized me.
18He is as swift as the waters; their portion is cursed in the earth; he does not behold the way of the vineyards.
11My days are like a shadow that declines, and I am withered like grass.
11Lo, He passes by me, and I see Him not: He goes by also, but I do not perceive Him.
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
18They hunted our steps, so that we could not walk in our streets; our end drew near, our days were fulfilled, for our end came.
19Our persecutors were swifter than the eagles of the sky; they pursued us on the mountains, they lay in wait for us in the wilderness.
23He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
24I said, "O my God, do not take me away in the midst of my days; your years are throughout all generations."
14Therefore flight shall perish from the swift, and the strong shall not reinforce his strength, neither shall the mighty save himself:
12Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.
13They mar my path, they advance my calamity, they have no helper.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
5Behold, you have made my days as a handbreadth; and my age is as nothing before you: truly every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.
23I am gone like a shadow when it declines; I am tossed up and down like the locust.
12My lifespan is gone, taken from me like a shepherd's tent: I have cut off my life like a weaver; He cuts me off with pining sickness: from day to night You make an end of me.
24The earth is given into the hand of the wicked: He covers the faces of its judges; if it is not He, then who is it?
9For all our days are passed away in your wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told.
10My heart pants, my strength fails me; as for the light of my eyes, it also has gone from me.
8He has fenced up my way so that I cannot pass, and He has set darkness in my paths.
9He has stripped me of my glory and taken the crown from my head.
1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
10I said in the prime of my days, I shall go to the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the rest of my years.
8He shall fly away like a dream and shall not be found; yes, he shall be chased away like a vision of the night.
9The eye which saw him shall see him no more, neither shall his place behold him any longer.
2But as for me, my feet were almost gone; my steps had nearly slipped.
8Behold, I go forward, but he is not there, and backward, but I cannot perceive him.
2He comes forth like a flower and is cut down; he flees also as a shadow and does not continue.
9He has enclosed my ways with hewn stone; He has made my paths crooked.
11He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
3For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned like a hearth.
4Man is like vanity: his days are as a shadow that passes away.
7My eye also is dim because of sorrow, and all my members are like a shadow.
8I would hasten my escape from the windy storm and tempest.
13From above he has sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them: he has spread a net for my feet, he has turned me back: he has made me desolate and faint all the day.
1Why, since times are not hidden from the Almighty, do those who know Him not see His days?
15My times are in your hand: deliver me from the hand of my enemies, and from those who persecute me.
20They are destroyed from morning to evening; they perish forever without anyone regarding it.
15And where now is my hope? As for my hope, who shall see it?
6They gather themselves together, they hide themselves, they mark my steps, waiting for my life.
47Remember how short my time is; why have you made all men in vain?
5Are Your days as the days of man? Are Your years as man's days,
5Why should I fear in the days of evil, when the iniquity of my heels shall surround me?