Catholic Public Domain Version
"My days have passed by more quickly than threads are cut by a weaver, and they have been consumed without any hope. "
— Job 7:6, Catholic Public Domain 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 also have I had empty months and have counted my burdensome nights.
If I lie down to sleep, I will say, “When will I rise?” And next I will hope for the evening and will be filled with sorrows even until darkness.
My flesh is clothed with particles of rottenness and filth; my skin is dried up and tightened.
My days have passed by more quickly than threads are cut by a weaver, and they have been consumed without any hope.
Remember that my life is wind, and my eye will not return to see good things.
Neither will the sight of man gaze upon me; your eyes are upon me, and I will not endure.
Just as a cloud is consumed and passes away, so he who descends to hell will not ascend.