Job 9:25
“Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.”
If the scourge slay suddenly, he will laugh at the trial of the innocent.
The earth is given into the hand of the wicked: he covereth the faces of the judges thereof; if not, where, and who is he?
Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.
They are passed away as the swift ships: as the eagle that hasteth to the prey.
If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and comfort myself:
Cross-References
“He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.”
“Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble.”
“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.”
“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.”