American King James Version
"My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope. "
— Job 7:6, American King James Version
“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.”
“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hope. ”
“My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.”
“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and they come to an end without hope.”
“My days have passed more swiftly than the web is cut by the weaver, and are consumed without any hope.”
“My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.”
“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.”
So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro to the dawning of the day.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
O remember that my life is wind: my eye shall no more see good.
The eye of him that has seen me shall see me no more: your eyes are on me, and I am not.
As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away: so he that goes down to the grave shall come up no more.