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Job 7:6

Revised Standard Version (RSV-CI)

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and come to their end without hope.

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

where then is my hope? Who will see my hope?

for “All flesh is like grass and all its glory like the flower of grass. The grass withers, and the flower falls,

The wicked is overthrown through his evil-doing, but the righteous finds refuge through his integrity.

Man is like a breath, his days are like a passing shadow.

My days are past, my plans are broken off, the desires of my heart.

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.

For the sun rises with its scorching heat and withers the grass; its flower falls, and its beauty perishes. So will the rich man fade away in the midst of his pursuits.

remember that you were at that time separated from Christ, alienated from the commonwealth of Israel, and strangers to the covenants of promise, having no hope and without God in the world.

My days are like an evening shadow; I wither away like grass.

For when a few years have come I shall go the way whence I shall not return.

Behold, he will slay me; I have no hope; yet I will defend my ways to his face.

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

Keep your feet from going unshod and your throat from thirst. But you said, ‘It is hopeless, for I have loved strangers, and after them I will go.’

Therefore gird up your minds, be sober, set your hope fully upon the grace that is coming to you at the revelation of Jesus Christ.

the waters wear away the stones; the torrents wash away the soil of the earth; so thou destroyest the hope of man.

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, and my hope has he pulled up like a tree.

My spirit is broken, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.




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