Though he slay me, I will hope in him; yet I will argue my ways to his face.
Job 7:6 - English Standard Version 2016 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and come to their end without hope. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing 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. |
Though he slay me, I will hope in him; yet I will argue 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 man.
For when a few years have come I shall go the way from which I shall not return.
“My spirit is broken; my days are extinct; the graveyard is ready for me.
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.
What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should be patient?
“My days are swifter than a runner; they flee away; they see no good.
The wicked is overthrown through his evildoing, but the righteous finds refuge in his death.
Keep your feet from going unshod and your throat from thirst. But you said, ‘It is hopeless, for I have loved foreigners, and after them I will go.’
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.
For the sun rises with its scorching heat and withers the grass; its flower falls, and its beauty perishes. So also will the rich man fade away in the midst of his pursuits.
yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.
Therefore, preparing your minds for action, and being sober-minded, set your hope fully on the grace that will be brought to you at the revelation of Jesus Christ.
for “All flesh is like grass and all its glory like the flower of grass. The grass withers, and the flower falls,