Job 7:6
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My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope.
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Job, in this chapter, goes on to express the bitter sense he had of his calamities and to justify himself in his desire of death. I. He complains to himself and his friends of his troubles, and the constant agitation he was in (Job 7:1-6). II. He turns to God, and expostulates with him (Job 7:7, to the end), in which, 1. He pleads the final period which death puts to our present state (Job 7:7-10). 2. He passionately complains of the miserable condition he was now in (Job 7:11-16). 3. He wonders that God will thus contend with him, and begs for the pardon of his sins and a speedy release out of his miseries (Job 7:17-21). It is hard to methodize the speeches of one who owned himself almost desperate, Job 6:26.
Open source ↗7:6-21 Job cried out to God, complaining that life was too brief (7:6-10). This complaint contrasts ironically with his earlier desire that God end it all (6:9).
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My days are swifter than a runner; they flee without seeing good.
where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me?
My days have passed; my plans are broken off— even the desires of my heart.
The wicked man is thrown down by his own sin, but the righteous man has a refuge even in death.
For, “All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall,
For when only a few years are past I will go the way of no return.
Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
remember that at that time you were separate from Christ, alienated from the commonwealth of Israel, and strangers to the covenants of the promise, without hope and without God in the world.
Though He slay me, I will hope in Him. I will still defend my ways to His face.
For the sun rises with scorching heat and withers the plant; its flower falls and its beauty is lost. So too, the rich man will fade away in the midst of his pursuits.