Verse 6
Job 7:6
Darby Translation
6
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
Original Language Text
hebrew
יָמַ֣/י קַ֭לּוּ מִנִּי אָ֑רֶג וַ֝/יִּכְל֗וּ בְּ/אֶ֣פֶס תִּקְוָֽה
English Translation
My days are fleeting from me; they are consumed with no hope.
AI translation from hebrew via gpt-4o-mini
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Chapter 7 Context
1
Hath not man a life of labour upon earth? and are not his days like the days of a hireling?
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2
As a bondman earnestly desireth the shadow, and a hireling expecteth his wages,
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3
So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
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4
If I lie down, I say, When shall I rise up, and the darkness be gone? and I am full of tossings unti...
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5
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and suppurates.
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6
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
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Remember thou that my life is wind; mine eye shall no more see good.
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The eye of him that hath seen me shall behold me no [more]: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.
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9
The cloud consumeth and vanisheth away; so he that goeth down to Sheol shall not come up.
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10
He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him again.
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11
Therefore I will not restrain my mouth: I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in...
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12
Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, that thou settest a watch over me?
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13
When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
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14
Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions;
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15
So that my soul chooseth strangling, death, rather than my bones.
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16
I loathe it; I shall not live always: let me alone, for my days are a breath.
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17
What is man, that thou makest much of him? and that thou settest thy heart upon him?
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18
And that thou visitest him every morning, triest him every moment?
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19
How long wilt thou not look away from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
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20
Have I sinned, what do I unto thee, thou Observer of men? Why hast thou set me as an object of assau...
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21
And why dost not thou forgive my transgression and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I lie down...
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