Behold, he will kill me. I have no hope. Nevertheless, I will maintain my ways before him.
Job 7:6 - Hebrew Names version (HNV) My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent 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. |
Behold, he will kill me. I have no hope. Nevertheless, I will maintain my ways before him.
The waters wear the stones. The torrents of it wash away the dust of the earth. So you destroy the hope of man.
For when a few years are come, I shall go the way from whence I shall not return.
*My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
My days are past, my plans are broken off, as are the thoughts of my heart.
Shall it go down with me to the gates of She'ol, or descend together into the dust?*
He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone. My hope he has plucked up like a tree.
What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?
*Now my days are swifter than a runner. They flee away, they see no good,
The wicked is brought down in his calamity, but in death, the righteous has a refuge.
Withhold your foot from being unshod, and your throat from thirst: but you said, It is in vain; no, for I have loved strangers, and after them will I go.
that you were at that time separate from Messiah, alienated from the commonwealth of Yisra'el, and strangers from the covenants of the promise, having no hope and without God in the world.
For the sun arises with the scorching wind, and withers the grass, and the flower in it falls, and the beauty of its appearance perishes. So also will the rich man fade away in his pursuits.
Whereas you don't know what your life will be like tomorrow. For what is your life? For you are a vapor, that appears for a little time, and then vanishes away.
Therefore, prepare your minds for action, be sober and set your hope fully on the grace that will be brought to you at the revelation of Yeshua the Messiah--
For, *All flesh is like grass, and all of man's glory like the flower in the grass. The grass withers, and its flower falls;