Job 9:25
My days have been swifter than a runner, They have fled, they have not seen good,
My days have been swifter than a runner, They have fled, they have not seen good,
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26They have passed on with ships of reed, As an eagle darteth on food.
6My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.
7Remember Thou that my life `is' a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.
8The eye of my beholder beholdeth me not. Thine eyes `are' upon me -- and I am not.
11My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
12Night for day they appoint, Light `is' near because of darkness.
15He hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety passed away.
16And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
18Light he `is' on the face of the waters, Vilified is their portion in the earth, He turneth not the way of vineyards.
11My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.
11Lo, He goeth over by me, and I see not, And He passeth on, and I attend not to it.
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
18They have hunted our steps from going in our broad-places, Near hath been our end, fulfilled our days, For come hath our end.
19Swifter have been our pursuers, Than the eagles of the heavens, On the mountains they have burned `after' us, In the wilderness they have laid wait for us.
23He hath humbled in the way my power, He hath shortened my days.
24I say, `My God, take me not up in the midst of my days,' Through all generations `are' Thine years.
14And perished hath refuge from the swift, And the strong strengtheneth not his power, And the mighty delivereth not his soul.
12On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.
13They have broken down my path, By my calamity they profit, `He hath no helper.'
10For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.
5Lo, handbreadths Thou hast made my days, And mine age `is' as nothing before Thee, Only, all vanity `is' every man set up. Selah.
23As a shadow when it is stretched out I have gone, I have been driven away as a locust.
12My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
24Earth hath been given Into the hand of the wicked one. The face of its judges he covereth, If not -- where, who `is' he?
9For all our days pined away in Thy wrath, We consumed our years as a meditation.
10My heart `is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.
8My way He hedged up, and I pass not over, And on my paths darkness He placeth.
9Mine honour from off me He hath stripped, And He turneth the crown from my head.
1My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
10`I -- I said in the cutting off of my days, I go in to the gates of Sheol, I have numbered the remnant of mine years.
8As a dream he fleeth, and they find him not, And he is driven away as a vision of the night,
9The eye hath not seen him, and addeth not. And not again doth his place behold him.
2As nothing, have my steps slipped, For I have been envious of the boastful,
8Lo, forward I go -- and He is not, And backward -- and I perceive him not.
2As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not.
9He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
3For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.
4Man to vanity hath been like, His days `are' as a shadow passing by.
7And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
8I hasten escape for myself, From a rushing wind, from a whirlwind.
13From above He hath sent fire into my bone, And it subdueth it, He hath spread a net for my feet, He hath turned me backward, He hath made me desolate -- all the day sick.
1Wherefore from the Mighty One Times have not been hidden, And those knowing Him have not seen His days.
15In Thy hand `are' my times, Deliver me from the hand of my enemies, And from my pursuers.
20From morning to evening are beaten down, Without any regarding, for ever they perish.
15And where `is' now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
6They assemble, they hide, they watch my heels, When they have expected my soul.
47Remember, I pray Thee, what `is' life-time? Wherefore in vain hast Thou created All the sons of men?
5As the days of man `are' Thy days? Thy years as the days of a man?
5Why do I fear in days of evil? The iniquity of my supplanters doth compass me.