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Job 9:25 - King James Version with Apocrypha - American Edition

25 Now my days are swifter than a post: 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 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 God of Abraham, Isaac, and Israel, and he will return to the remnant of you, that are escaped out of the hand of the kings of Assyria.


So the posts that rode upon mules and camels went out, being hastened and pressed on by the king's commandment. And the decree was given at Shushan the palace.


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


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.


Behold, thou hast made my days as a handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.


There be many that say, Who will show us any good? Lord, lift thou up the light of thy countenance upon us.


Remember how short my time is: wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?


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


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