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Job 9:25 - English Standard Version 2016

25 “My days are swifter than a runner; they flee away; they see no good.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

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

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

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

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American Standard Version (1901)

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

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Common English Bible

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

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Catholic Public Domain Version

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

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Job 9:25
10 Tagairtí Cros  

So couriers went throughout all Israel and Judah with letters from the king and his princes, as the king had commanded, saying, “O people of Israel, return to the Lord, the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Israel, that he may turn again to the remnant of you who have escaped from the hand of the kings of Assyria.


So the couriers, mounted on their swift horses that were used in the king’s service, rode out hurriedly, urged by the king’s command. And the decree was issued in Susa the citadel.


“Man who is born of a woman is few of days and full of trouble.


When you discipline a man with rebukes for sin, you consume like a moth what is dear to him; surely all mankind is a mere breath! Selah


Behold, you have made my days a few handbreadths, and my lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely all mankind stands as a mere breath! Selah


There are many who say, “Who will show us some good? Lift up the light of your face upon us, O Lord!”


Remember how short my time is! For what vanity you have created all the children of man!


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.


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