My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope. Treasury of Scripture swifter. Job 9:25 Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good. Job 16:22 When a few years are come, then I shall go the way from where I shall not return. Job 17:11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart. Psalm 90:5,6 You carry them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which grows up... Psalm 102:11 My days are like a shadow that declines; and I am withered like grass. Psalm 103:15,16 As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourishes... Psalm 144:4 Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passes away. Isaiah 38:12,13 My age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life... Isaiah 40:6,7 The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field... James 1:11 For the sun is no sooner risen with a burning heat, but it wither the grass, and the flower thereof falls... James 4:14 Whereas you know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor, that appears for a little time... 1 Peter 1:24 For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass wither, and the flower thereof falls away: without hope. Job 6:11 What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is my end, that I should prolong my life? Job 17:15 And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it? Proverbs 14:32 The wicked is driven away in his wickedness: but the righteous has hope in his death. Jeremiah 2:25 Withhold your foot from being unshod, and your throat from thirst: but you said, There is no hope: no; for I have loved strangers... Ephesians 2:12 That at that time you were without Christ, being aliens from the commonwealth of Israel, and strangers from the covenants of promise... 1 Peter 1:13 Why gird up the loins of your mind, be sober...
Context Job Continues: Life Seems Futile
1Is there not an appointed time to man on earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling? 2As a servant earnestly desires the shadow, and as an hireling looks for the reward of his work: 3So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me. 4When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro to the dawning of the day. 5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome. 6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope. 7O remember that my life is wind: my eye shall no more see good. 8The eye of him that has seen me shall see me no more: your eyes are on me, and I am not. 9As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away: so he that goes down to the grave shall come up no more. 10He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more. 11Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul. 12Am I a sea, or a whale, that you set a watch over me? 13When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaints; 14Then you scare me with dreams, and terrify me through visions: 15So that my soul chooses strangling, and death rather than my life. 16I loathe it; I would not live always: let me alone; for my days are vanity. 17What is man, that you should magnify him? and that you should set your heart on him? 18And that you should visit him every morning, and try him every moment? 19How long will you not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle? 20I have sinned; what shall I do to you, O you preserver of men? why have you set me as a mark against you, so that I am a burden to myself? 21And why do you not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and you shall seek me in the morning, but I shall not be. Parallel Verses American Standard Version
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
Douay-Rheims Bible
My days have passed more swiftly than the web is cut by the weaver, and are consumed without any hope.
Darby Bible Translation
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
King James Bible
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
Young's Literal Translation
My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.
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