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Job 7:6 - Revised Standard Version

6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and come to their end 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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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

6 My days have passed more swiftly than the web is cut by the weaver, and are consumed without any hope.

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Job 7:6
23 Tagairtí Cros  

Behold, he will slay me; I have no hope; yet I will defend my ways to his face.


the waters wear away the stones; the torrents wash away the soil of the earth; so thou destroyest the hope of man.


For when a few years have come I shall go the way whence I shall not return.


My spirit is broken, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.


My days are past, my plans are broken off, the desires of my heart.


where then is my hope? Who will see my hope?


Will it go down to the bars of Sheol? Shall we descend together into the dust?”


He breaks me down on every side, and I am gone, and my hope has he pulled up like a tree.


What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should be patient?


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


My days are like an evening shadow; I wither away like grass.


Man is like a breath, his days are like a passing shadow.


The wicked is overthrown through his evil-doing, but the righteous finds refuge through his integrity.


Keep your feet from going unshod and your throat from thirst. But you said, ‘It is hopeless, for I have loved strangers, and after them I will go.’


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


For the sun rises with its scorching heat and withers the grass; its flower falls, and its beauty perishes. So will the rich man fade away in the midst of his pursuits.


whereas you do not know about tomorrow. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.


Therefore gird up your minds, be sober, set your hope fully upon the grace that is coming to you at the revelation of Jesus Christ.


for “All flesh is like grass and all its glory like the flower of grass. The grass withers, and the flower falls,


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