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,
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26They have passed away as the swift ships, As the eagle that swoops on 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 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.
11My days are past, my plans are broken off, As are the thoughts of my heart.
12They change the night into day, Saying 'The light is near' in the presence of darkness.
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.
18"They are foam on the surface of the waters. Their portion is cursed in the earth: They don't turn into the way of the vineyards.
11My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.
11Behold, he goes by me, and I don't see him. He passes on also, but I don't perceive him.
20Aren't my days few? Cease then, Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
18They hunt our steps, so that we can't go in our streets: Our end is near, our days are fulfilled; for our end is come.
19Our pursuers were swifter than the eagles of the sky: They chased us on the mountains, they laid wait for us in the wilderness.
23He weakened my strength along the course. He shortened my days.
24I said, "My God, don't take me away in the midst of my days. Your years are throughout all generations.
14Flight will perish from the swift; And the strong won't strengthen his force; Neither shall the mighty deliver himself;
12On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, They cast up against me their ways of destruction.
13They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, Without anyone's help.
10For my life is spent with sorrow, My years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
5Behold, you have made my days handbreadths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath." Selah.
23I fade away like an evening shadow. I am shaken off like a locust.
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.
24The earth is given into the hand of the wicked. He covers the faces of the judges of it. If not he, then who is it?
9For all our days have passed away in your wrath. We bring our years to an end as a sigh.
10My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.
8He has walled up my way so that I can't pass, And has set darkness in my paths.
9He has stripped me of my glory, And taken the crown from my head.
1"My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
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.
8He shall fly away as 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 any more see him.
2But as for me, my feet were almost gone. My steps had nearly slipped.
8"If I go east, he is not there; If west, I can't find him;
2He comes forth like a flower, and is cut down. He also flees like a shadow, and doesn't continue.
9He has walled up my ways with hewn stone; he has made my paths crooked.
11He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.
3For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a firebrand.
4Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.
7My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.
8"I would hurry to a shelter from the stormy wind and tempest."
13From on high has he 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.
1"Why aren't times laid up by the Almighty? Why don't those who know him see his days?
15My times are in your hand. Deliver me from the hand of my enemies, and from those who persecute me.
20Between morning and evening they are destroyed. They perish forever without any regarding it.
15Where then is my hope? As for my hope, who shall see it?
6They conspire and lurk, Watching my steps, they are eager to take my life.
47Remember how short my time is! For what vanity have you created all the children of men!
5Are your days as the days of mortals, Or your years as man's years,
5Why should I fear in the days of evil, When iniquity at my heels surrounds me?