Job 7:6
My days have passed more swiftly than the web is cut by the weaver, and are consumed without any hope.
Douay-Rheims 1899
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 rottenness and the filth of dust, my skin is withered and drawn together.
7Remember that my life is but wind, and my eyes shall not return to see good things.
Cross References
Job 6:11For what is my strength, that I can hold out? or what is my end that I should keep patience?
Job 13:15Although he should bill me, I will trust in him: but yet I will reprove my ways in his sight.
Job 16:22And O that a man might so be judged with God, as the son of man is judged with his companion!
Job 17:11My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
Psalms 90:5things that are counted nothing, shall their years be.
Psalms 103:15man's days are as grass, as the flower of the field so shall he flourish.
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 →