Job 7:6
“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.”
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 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: mine eye shall no more see good.
The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.
Related Verses
“Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.”
“O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.”
“So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.”
“I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.”
“Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling?”