Job 9:25 - Revised Version 1885

Now my days are swifter than a post: They flee away, they see no good.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Now my days are swifter than a post: They flee away, they see no good.

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

Now my days are swifter than a runner; they flee away, they see no good.

American Standard Version (1901)

Now my days are swifter than a post: They flee away, they see no good.

Common English Bible

My days are swifter than a runner; they flee and don’t experience good.

Catholic Public Domain Version

My days have been swifter than a messenger; they have fled and have not seen goodness.

Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

My days have been swifter than a post: they have fled away and have not seen good.

Job 9:25 Tagairtí Cros

2 Chronicles 30:6

So the posts went with the letters from the king and his princes throughout all Israel and Judah, and according to the commandment of the king, saying, Ye children of Israel, turn again unto the LORD, the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Israel, that he may return to the remnant that are escaped of you out of the hand of the kings of Assyria.

Esther 8:14

So the posts that rode upon swift steeds that were used in the king's service went out, being hastened and pressed on by the king's commandment; and the decree was given out in Shushan the palace.

Job 14:1

Man that is born of a woman Is of few days, and full of trouble.

Psalm 39:11

When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, Thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: Surely every man is vanity. Selah

Psalm 39:5

Behold, thou hast made my days as handbreadths; And mine age is as nothing before thee: Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. Selah

Psalm 4:6

Many there be that say, Who will shew us any good? LORD, lift thou up the light of thy countenance upon us.

Psalm 89:47

O remember how short my time is: For what vanity hast thou created all the children of men!

James 4:14

whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. What is your life? For ye are a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.