Hiob 7:6
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
Context
This verse from Hiob Chapter 7 connects to 10 cross-references. Job addresses God directly, lamenting that human life is like forced labor with no relief. He describes his sleepless nights, wasting body, and asks God why he targets one so frail. His questions — 'What is man that you make …
Andere Übersetzungen
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hope.
My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.
My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.
Querverweise
Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd’s tent: I have cut off like a weaver …
I reckoned till morning, that, as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day even to night …
The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof …
The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: because the spirit of the Lord bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass.
Wherefore gird up the loins of your mind, be sober, and hope to the end for the grace that is …
For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, …
Withhold thy foot from being unshod, and thy throat from thirst: but thou saidst, There is no hope: no; for …
What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?
Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.
Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him.