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.
Cross-References
“Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.”
“Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble.”
“Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.”
“My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.”
“And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?”