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Job 9:25 - Revised Standard Version (RSV-CI)

25 “My days are swifter than a runner; they flee away, they see no good.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

25 Now my days are swifter than a post: They flee away, they see no good.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

25 Now my days are swifter than a runner; they flee away, they see no good.

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American Standard Version (1901)

25 Now my days are swifter than a post: They flee away, they see no good.

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Common English Bible

25 My days are swifter than a runner; they flee and don’t experience good.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

25 My days have been swifter than a messenger; they have fled and have not seen goodness.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

25 My days have been swifter than a post: they have fled away and have not seen good.

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Job 9:25
10 Cross References  

So couriers went throughout all Israel and Judah with letters from the king and his princes, as the king had commanded, saying, “O people of Israel, return to the Lord, the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Israel, that he may turn again to the remnant of you who have escaped from the hand of the kings of Assyria.


So the couriers, mounted on their swift horses that were used in the king's service, rode out in haste, urged by the king's command; and the decree was issued in Susa the capital.


“Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble.


When thou dost chasten man with rebukes for sin, thou dost consume like a moth what is dear to him; surely every man is a mere breath! Selah


Behold, thou hast made my days a few handbreadths, and my lifetime is as nothing in thy sight. Surely every man stands as a mere breath! Selah


There are many who say, “O that we might see some good! Lift up the light of thy countenance upon us, O Lord!”


Remember, O Lord, what the measure of life is, for what vanity thou hast created all the sons of men!


whereas you do not know about tomorrow. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.


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