And their father Jacob said to them, “I am the one you have bereaved of children: Joseph is no more, and Simeon is no more, and now you would take Benjamin. All this has happened to me!”
Job 7:7 - New Revised Standard Version “Remember that my life is a breath; my eye will never again see good. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 O remember that my life is wind: Mine eye shall no more see good. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition Oh, remember that my life is but wind (a puff, a breath, a sob); my eye shall see good no more. American Standard Version (1901) Oh remember that my life is a breath: Mine eye shall no more see good. Common English Bible Remember that my life is wind; my eyes won’t see pleasure again. Catholic Public Domain Version Remember that my life is wind, and my eye will not return to see good things. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Remember that my life is but wind: and my eyes shall not return to see good things. |
And their father Jacob said to them, “I am the one you have bereaved of children: Joseph is no more, and Simeon is no more, and now you would take Benjamin. All this has happened to me!”
Remember the word that you commanded your servant Moses, ‘If you are unfaithful, I will scatter you among the peoples;
Are not the days of my life few? Let me alone, that I may find a little comfort
Remember that you fashioned me like clay; and will you turn me to dust again?
I loathe my life; I would not live forever. Let me alone, for my days are a breath.
“My days are swifter than a runner; they flee away, they see no good.
Surely everyone goes about like a shadow. Surely for nothing they are in turmoil; they heap up, and do not know who will gather.
There are many who say, “O that we might see some good! Let the light of your face shine on us, O Lord!”
Remember this, O Lord, how the enemy scoffs, and an impious people reviles your name.
Rise up, O God, plead your cause; remember how the impious scoff at you all day long.
He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes and does not come again.
Remember how short my time is— for what vanity you have created all mortals!
Remember, O Lord, how your servant is taunted; how I bear in my bosom the insults of the peoples,
O Lord, you know; remember me and visit me, and bring down retribution for me on my persecutors. In your forbearance do not take me away; know that on your account I suffer insult.
Yet you do not even know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.