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Job 7:6

King James 2000

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.

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

For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withers, and the flower thereof falls away:

The wicked is driven away in his wickedness: but the righteous has hope in his death.

Man is like to 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.

Whereas you know not what shall be tomorrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor, that appears for a little time, and then vanishes away.

For the sun is no sooner risen with a burning heat, but it withers the grass, and its flower falls, and the beauty of the appearance of it perishes: so also shall the rich man fade away in his ways.

That at that time you were without Christ, being aliens from the commonwealth of Israel, and strangers from the covenants of promise, having no hope, and without God in the world:

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

When a few years have come, then I shall go the way where I shall not return.

Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will defend my own ways before him.

What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is my end, that I should prolong my life?

Withhold your foot from being unshod, and your throat from thirst: but you said, There is no hope: no; for I have loved strangers, and after them will I go.

Therefore gird up the loins of your mind, be sober, and hope to the end for the grace that is to be brought unto you at the revelation of Jesus Christ;

The waters wear the stones: you wash away the things which grow out of the dust of the earth; and you destroy the hope of man.

They shall go down to the gates of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.

He has destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and my hope has he removed like a tree.

My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.




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