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Job 7:6 - American Standard Version 2015

6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle,\par\tab And are spent without hope.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

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American Standard Version (1901)

6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hope.

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Common English Bible

6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they reach their end without hope.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

6 My days have passed by more quickly than threads are cut by a weaver, and they have been consumed without any hope.

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Job 7:6
23 Tagairtí Cros  

Behold, he will slay me; I have no hope:\par\tab Nevertheless I will maintain my ways before him.


The waters wear the stones;\par\tab The overflowings thereof wash away the dust of the earth:\par\tab So thou destroyest the hope of man.


For when a few years are come,\par\tab I shall go the way whence I shall not return.\par


My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct,\par\tab The grave is {\i ready} for me.


My days are past, my purposes are broken off,\par\tab Even the thoughts of my heart.


Where then is my hope?\par\tab And as for my hope, who shall see it?


It shall go down to the bars of Sheol,\par\tab When once there is rest in the dust.\par


He hath broken me down on every side, and I am gone;\par\tab And my hope hath he plucked up like a tree.


What is my strength, that I should wait?\par\tab And what is mine end, that I should be patient?


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


My days are like a shadow that declineth;\par\tab And I am withered like grass.


Man is like to vanity:\par\tab His days are as a shadow that passeth away.


The wicked is thrust down in his evil-doing;\par\tab But the righteous hath a refuge in his death.


Withhold thy foot from being unshod, and thy throat from thirst: but thou saidst, It is in vain; no, for I have loved strangers, and after them will I go.\par


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


For the sun ariseth with the scorching wind, and withereth the grass; and the flower thereof falleth, and the grace of the fashion of it perisheth: so also shall the rich man fade away in his goings.\par


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


Wherefore girding up the loins of your mind, be sober and set your hope perfectly on the grace that is to be brought unto you at the revelation of Jesus Christ;


For,\par\tab {\b All flesh is as grass,\par\tab And all the glory thereof as the flower of grass.\par\tab The grass withereth, and the flower falleth:}


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