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Job 7:6 - King James 2000

6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, 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  

Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will defend my own ways before him.


The waters wear the stones: you wash away the things which grow out of the dust of the earth; and you destroy the hope of man.


When a few years have come, then I shall go the way where I shall not return.


My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.


My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.


And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?


They shall go down to the gates of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.


He has destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and my hope has he removed like a tree.


What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is my end, that I should prolong my life?


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


My days are like a shadow that declines; and I am withered like grass.


Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passes away.


The wicked is driven away in his wickedness: but the righteous has hope in his death.


Withhold your foot from being unshod, and your throat from thirst: but you said, There is no hope: no; for I have loved strangers, and after them will I go.


That at that time you were without Christ, being aliens from the commonwealth of Israel, and strangers from the covenants of promise, having no hope, and without God in the world:


For the sun is no sooner risen with a burning heat, but it withers the grass, and its flower falls, and the beauty of the appearance of it perishes: so also shall the rich man fade away in his ways.


Whereas you know not what shall be tomorrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor, that appears for a little time, and then vanishes away.


Therefore gird up the loins of your mind, be sober, and hope to the end for the grace that is to be brought unto you at the revelation of Jesus Christ;


For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withers, and the flower thereof falls away:


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