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Job 7:6

A Conservative Version

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

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Now my days are swifter than a runner. They flee away. They see no good,

where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?

Because all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as a flower of grass. The grass withers, and the flower of it falls away,

An evil man is thrust down in his evil-doing, but a righteous man has hope in his death.

Man is like vanity. His days are as a shadow that passes away.

My days are past. my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.

men who know not of the morrow. For what is your life? For it will be a vapor that appears for a little while, and then also vanishes away--

For the sun rose up with the burning heat, and withered the grass. And the flower of it fell, and the beauty of its appearance perished. So also the rich man will fade away among his pursuits.

that ye were at that time independent of Christ, alienated from the citizenship of Israel, and alien of the covenants of the promise, having no hope and godless in the world.

My days are like a shadow that declines, and I am withered like grass.

For when a few years are come, I shall go the way where I shall not return.

Behold, he will kill me; I have no hope. Nevertheless I will maintain my ways before him.

What is my strength that I should wait? And what is my end that I should be patient?

Withhold thy foot from being unshod, and thy throat from thirst. But thou said, It is in vain. No, for I have loved strangers, and after them I will go.

Therefore having girded up the loins of your mind, being sober, hope entirely for the grace brought to you at the revealing of Jesus Christ.

The waters wear the stones. The overflowings of it wash away the dust of the earth. So thou destroy the hope of man.

It shall go down to the bars of Sheol when once there is rest in the dust.

He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone. And he has plucked up my hope like a tree.

My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, the grave is [ready] for me.




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