Job 7:6
My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.
Young's Literal Translation
In The King James Version
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
In Context
7Remember Thou that my life [is] a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.
Cross References
Job 6:11What [is] my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?
Job 13:15Lo, He doth slay me — I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue.
Job 16:22When a few years do come, Then a path I return not do I go.
Job 17:11My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
Psalms 90:5Thou hast inundated them, they are asleep, In the morning as grass he changeth.
Psalms 103:15Mortal man! as grass [are] his days, As a flower of the field so he flourisheth;
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 →