Job 7:6
My days hasten away more swiftly than a weaver's shuttle, and they come to an end in the absence of hope.
Leeser Tanakh
In The King James Version
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
In Context
5My flesh is covered with worms and clods of dust: my skin is burst open, and become loathsome.
7Oh remember that nothing but a breath is my life; that my eye will not again see happiness;
Cross References
Job 6:11What is my strength, that I should wait? and what my end, that I should yet longer retain my patience?
Job 13:15Lo, though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: only I will argue my own ways before him.
Job 16:22For when the numbered years are passed, then must I travel a path whence I cannot return.
Job 17:11My days are past, my resolves are broken off, [even the thoughts]—the possessions of my heart.
Psalms 90:5Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning [they grow] like the grass which changeth.
Psalms 103:15As for man, like the grass are his days: as the blossom of the field, so doth he bloom.
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 →