Job 7:6
My days, are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and they are spent, without hope.
The Emphasised Bible by J. B. Rotherham
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 worms and a coating of dust, My skin, hath hardened, and then run afresh:
7Remember thou, that, a wind, is my life, not again shall mine eye see blessing:
Cross References
Job 6:11What is my strength, that I should hope? Or what mine end, that I should prolong my desire?
Job 13:15Lo! he may slay me, [yet], for him, will I wait,—Nevertheless, my ways—unto his face, will I show to be right:
Job 16:22When, a few years, come, then, by a path by which I shall not return, shall I depart.
Job 17:11My days, are past, my purposes, are broken off, the possessions of my heart!
Psalms 90:5Thou hast snatched them away, A sleep, do they become, In the morning, [they are] like grass that shooteth up,
Psalms 103:15As for man, like grass, are his days, Like the blossom of the field, so, doth he blossom;
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 →