See, he will kill me; I have no hope; but I will defend my ways to his face.
Job 7:6 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and come to their end without hope. More versionsKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope. American Standard Version (1901) My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hope. Common English Bible My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they reach their end without hope. Catholic Public Domain Version My days have passed by more quickly than threads are cut by a weaver, and they have been consumed without any hope. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version My days have passed more swiftly than the web is cut by the weaver, and are consumed without any hope. |
See, he will kill me; I have no hope; but I will defend my ways to his face.
the waters wear away the stones; the torrents wash away the soil of the earth; so you destroy the hope of mortals.
For when a few years have come, I shall go the way from which I shall not return.
Will it go down to the bars of Sheol? Shall we descend together into the dust?”
He breaks me down on every side, and I am gone; he has uprooted my hope like a tree.
What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should be patient?
The wicked are overthrown by their evildoing, but the righteous find a refuge in their integrity.
Keep your feet from going bare and your throat from thirst. But you said, “It is no use, for I have loved strangers, and after them I will go.”
remember that you were at that time without Christ, being aliens from the commonwealth of Israel and strangers to the covenants of promise, having no hope and without God in the world.
For the sun rises with its scorching heat and withers the field; its flower falls, and its beauty perishes. It is the same way with the rich; in the midst of a busy life, they will wither away.
Yet you do not even know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.
Therefore prepare your minds for action; discipline yourselves; set all your hope on the grace that Jesus Christ will bring you when he is revealed.
For “All flesh is like grass and all its glory like the flower of grass. The grass withers, and the flower falls,