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Job 7:1 - Douy-Rheims Bible Challoner Revision

1 My days have passed more swiftly than the web is cut by the weaver, and are consumed without any hope.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

1 Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? Are not his days also like the days of an hireling?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

1 IS THERE not an [appointed] warfare and hard labor to man upon earth? And are not his days like the days of a hireling?

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American Standard Version (1901)

1 Is there not a warfare to man upon earth? And are not his days like the days of a hireling?

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Common English Bible

1 Isn’t slavery everyone’s condition on earth, our days like those of a hired worker?

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Catholic Public Domain Version

1 The life of a man on the earth is a battle, and his days are like the days of a hired hand.

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Job 7:1
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1 thou hast corrected man for iniquity. And thou hast made his soul to waste away like a spider : surely in vain is any man disquieted.


2 Who bringeth to nought the designs of the malignant, so that their hands cannot accomplish what they had begun:


0 Behold the Lord God shall come with strength, and his arm shall rule: Behold his reward is with him and his work is before him.


And thy choice valleys shall be full of chariots, and the horseman shall place themselves in the gate.


5 Therefore I commended mirth, because there was no good for a man under the sun, but to eat, and drink, and be merry, and that he should take nothing else with him of his labour in the days of his life, which God hath given him under the sun.


3 Only thou shalt take heed not to eat their blood, but pour it out on the earth as water.


5 For the children of Israel are my servants, whom I brought forth out of the land of Egypt.


3 I hoped till morning, as a lion so hath he broken all my bones: from morning even to night thou wilt make an end of me.


Remember that my life is but wind, and my eyes shall not return to see good things.


2 A land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and no order, but everlasting horror dwelleth.


Depart a little from him, that he may rest, until his wished for day come, as that of the hireling.


And he shall not look to the altars which his hands made: and he shall not have respect to the things that his fingers wrought, such as groves and temples.


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