Job 7:6
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
Job 7:6 in other translations
| BSB | My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope. |
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| WEB | My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope. |
| ASV | My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hope. |
| YLT | My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope. |
| DARBY | My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope. |
| BBE | My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope. |
| Webster | My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope. |
What does Job 7:6 mean?
Jamieson-Fausset-Brown
Robert Jamieson, A. R. Fausset & David Brown, 1871 · public domain
Adam Clarke's Commentary
Adam Clarke, 1831 · public domain
Matthew Henry's Concise Commentary on Job 7:1-6
Job here excuses what he could not justify, his desire of death. Observe man's present place: he is upon earth. He is yet on earth, not in hell. Is there not a time appointed for his abode here? yes, certainly, and the appointment is made by Him who made us and sent us here. During that, man's life is a warfare, and as day-labourers, who have the work of the day to do in its day, and must make up their account at…
Job 7:6 in the original Hebrew
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Cross references for Job 7:6
- Job 9:25
Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.
- Job 17:15
And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
- Job 17:11
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
- Isaiah 38:12-13
Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd’s tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me. I reckoned till morning, that, as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
- Isaiah 40:6-7
The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field: The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: because the spirit of the Lord bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass.
- 1 Peter 1:24
For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away:
- Psalms 103:15-16
As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
- Psalms 144:4
Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
- Job 16:22
When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
- Proverbs 14:32
The wicked is driven away in his wickedness: but the righteous hath hope in his death.
- James 4:14
Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.
- Job 6:11
What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?
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Context
- Job 7:5
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
- Job 7:6
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
- Job 7:7
O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
Job 7:6 in other languages
| Spanish Reina-Valera 1909 | Y mis días fueron más ligeros que la lanzadera del tejedor, y fenecieron sin esperanza. |
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| French Bible J.N. Darby 1885 | Mes jours s’en vont plus vite qu’une navette, et finissent sans espérance. |
| German Elberfelder 1871 | Meine Tage gleiten schneller dahin als ein Weberschiffchen, und schwinden ohne Hoffnung. |
| Latin Clementine Vulgate | Dies mei velocius transierunt quam a texente tela succiditur, et consumpti sunt absque ulla spe. |