Job 7:6
My days have passed by more quickly than threads are cut by a weaver, and they have been consumed without any hope.
Catholic Public Domain Version
In The King James Version
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
In Context
5My flesh is clothed with particles of rottenness and filth; my skin is dried up and tightened.
7Remember that my life is wind, and my eye will not return to see good things.
Cross References
Job 6:11For what is my strength, that I may continue? Or what is my goal, so that I may act patiently?
Job 13:15And now, if he would kill me, I will hope in him; in this, truly, I will correct my ways in his sight.
Job 16:22And I wish that a man might be so judged before God, just as the son of man is judged with his assistant!
Job 17:11My days have passed away; my thoughts have been scattered, tormenting my heart.
Psalms 90:5His truth will surround you with a shield. You will not be afraid: before the terror of the night,
Psalms 103:15and wine, in order to cheer the heart of man. Then he may gladden his face with oil, and bread will confirm the heart of man.
Matthew Henry on Job 7:2-7
Job's Reply to Eliphaz. ( b. c. 1520.) 1 Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of a hireling? 2 As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work: 3 So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me. 4 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. 5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my… Read the whole commentary →