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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7Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye shall no more see good.
8The eye of him who sees me shall see me no more. Your eyes shall be on me, but I shall not be.
25"Now my days are swifter than a runner. They flee away, they see no good,
26They have passed away as the swift ships, As the eagle that swoops on the prey.
3So am I made to possess months of misery, Wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4When I lie down, I say, 'When shall I arise, and the night be gone?' I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
10I said, In the noontide of my days I shall go into the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
11I said, I shall not see Yah, Yah in the land of the living: I shall see man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
12My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me as a shepherd's tent: I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life; he will cut me off from the loom: From day even to night will you make an end of me.
15Where then is my hope? As for my hope, who shall see it?
11My days are past, my plans are broken off, As are the thoughts of my heart.
11What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?
11My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.
16I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone; for my days are but a breath.
20Aren't my days few? Cease then, Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
1"My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
18I said, My strength is perished, and my expectation from Yahweh.
47Remember how short my time is! For what vanity have you created all the children of men!
10For my life is spent with sorrow, My years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
7My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.
5Behold, you have made my days handbreadths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath." Selah.
10He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone. My hope he has plucked up like a tree.
4Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.
1"Man, who is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.
2He comes forth like a flower, and is cut down. He also flees like a shadow, and doesn't continue.
1"Isn't a man forced to labor on earth? Aren't his days like the days of a hired hand?
3For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a firebrand.
14Whose confidence shall break apart, Whose trust is a spider's web.
9For all our days have passed away in your wrath. We bring our years to an end as a sigh.
7But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made desolate all my company.
23He weakened my strength along the course. He shortened my days.
7Now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in you.
15Terrors are turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
16"Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
4Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.
13If I look for Sheol as my house, If I have spread my couch in the darkness,
13Isn't it that I have no help in me, That wisdom is driven quite from me?
23I fade away like an evening shadow. I am shaken off like a locust.
28Though I am decaying like a rotten thing, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.
15I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, And have thrust my horn in the dust.
16My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.
20Between morning and evening they are destroyed. They perish forever without any regarding it.
9(For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, Because our days on earth are a shadow.)
3For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas, Therefore have my words been rash.
4My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
20My tent is destroyed, and all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth from me, and they are no more: there is none to spread my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
7My eye wastes away because of grief; It grows old because of all my adversaries.
6He has made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
1Misery is mine! Indeed, I am like one who gathers the summer fruits, as gleanings of the vinyard: There is no cluster of grapes to eat. My soul desires to eat the early fig.