American Standard Version
"My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hope. "
— Job 7:6, American Standard 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 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 misery, 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 unto the dawning of the day.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hope.
Oh remember that my life is a breath: Mine eye shall no more see good.
The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more; Thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be.
As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away, So he that goeth down to Sheol shall come up no more.