Job 7:6
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and they come to an end without hope.
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and they come to an end without hope.
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7 Remember that my life is but a breath, that my eyes will never again see happiness.
8 The eye of him who sees me now will see me no more; your eyes will look for me, but I will be gone.
25 Renewed Complaint“My days are swifter than a runner, they speed by without seeing happiness.
26 They glide by like reed boats, like an eagle that swoops down on its prey.
3 thus I have been made to inherit months of futility, and nights of sorrow have been appointed to me.
4 If I lie down, I say,‘When will I arise?’, and the night stretches on and I toss and turn restlessly until the day dawns.
5 My body is clothed with worms and dirty scabs; my skin is broken and festering.
10 “I thought,‘In the middle of my life I must walk through the gates of Sheol, I am deprived of the rest of my years.’
11 “I thought,‘I will no longer see the LORD in the land of the living, I will no longer look on humankind with the inhabitants of the world.
12 My dwelling place is removed and taken away from me like a shepherd’s tent. I rolled up my life like a weaver rolls cloth; from the loom he cuts me off. You turn day into night and end my life.
15 where then is my hope? And my hope, who sees it?
11 My days have passed, my plans are shattered, even the desires of my heart.
11 What is my strength, that I should wait? and what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
11 My days are coming to an end, and I am withered like grass.
16 I loathe it; I do not want to live forever; leave me alone, for my days are a vapor!
20 Are not my days few? Cease, then, and leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
1 My spirit is broken, my days have faded out, the grave awaits me.
18 So I said,“My endurance has expired; I have lost all hope of deliverance from the LORD.”
47 Take note of my brief lifespan! Why do you make all people so mortal?
10 For my life nears its end in pain; my years draw to a close as I groan. My strength fails me because of my sin, and my bones become brittle.
7 My eyes have grown dim with grief; my whole frame is but a shadow.
5 Look, you make my days short-lived, and my life span is nothing from your perspective. Surely all people, even those who seem secure, are nothing but vapor.(Selah)
10 He tears me down on every side until I perish; he uproots my hope like an uprooted tree.
4 People are like a vapor, their days like a shadow that disappears.
1 The Brevity of Life“Man, born of woman, lives but a few days, and they are full of trouble.
2 He grows up like a flower and then withers away; he flees like a shadow, and does not remain.
1 The Brevity of Life“Does not humanity have hard service on earth? Are not their days also like the days of a hired man?
3 For my days go up in smoke, and my bones are charred like a fireplace.
14 whose trust is in something futile, whose security is a spider’s web.
9 Yes, throughout all our days we experience your raging fury; the years of our lives pass quickly, like a sigh.
7 Surely now he has worn me out, you have devastated my entire household.
23 He has taken away my strength in the middle of life; he has cut short my days.
7 But now, O Lord, upon what am I relying? You are my only hope!
15 Terrors are turned loose on me; they drive away my honor like the wind, and like a cloud my deliverance has passed away.
16 Job’s Despondency“And now my soul pours itself out within me; days of suffering take hold of me.
4 My strength leaves me; I am absolutely shocked.
13 If I hope for the grave to be my home, if I spread out my bed in darkness,
13 Is not my power to help myself nothing, and has not every resource been driven from me?
23 I am fading away like a shadow at the end of the day; I am shaken off like a locust.
28 So I waste away like something rotten, like a garment eaten by moths.
15 I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and buried my horn in the dust;
16 my face is reddened because of weeping, and on my eyelids there is a deep darkness,
20 They are destroyed between morning and evening; they perish forever without anyone regarding it.
9 For we were born yesterday and do not have knowledge, since our days on earth are but a shadow.
3 But because it is heavier than the sand of the sea, that is why my words have been wild.
4 ב(Bet) He has made my mortal skin waste away; he has broken my bones.
20 But our tents have been destroyed. The ropes that held them in place have been ripped apart. Our children are gone and are not coming back. There is no survivor to put our tents back up, no one left to hang their tent curtains in place.
7 My eyes grow dim from suffering; they grow weak because of all my enemies.
6 He has made me reside in deepest darkness like those who died long ago.
1 Micah Laments Judah’s Sin Woe is me! For I am like those gathering fruit, and those harvesting grapes, when there is no grape cluster to eat, and no fresh figs that my stomach craves.