“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope.”
Job 7:6 (BSB)
Context Reading
4When I lie down I think: ‘When will I get up?’ But the night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn. 5My flesh is clothed with worms and encrusted with dirt; my skin is cracked and festering. 6My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope. 7Remember that my life is but a breath. My eyes will never again see happiness. 8The eye that beholds me will no longer see me. You will look for me, but I will be no more.