Job 7:6 Cross References - Coverdale

⁶ my dayes passe ouer more spedely, the a weeuer can weeue out his webbe, and are gone, or I am awarre.

¹¹ What power haue I to endure? Or? what is myne ende, that my soule might be paciet?

²⁵ My dayes haue bene more swifte, then a runner: they are gone sodenly, and haue sene no good thinge.

¹⁵ Lo, there is nether coforte ner hope for me, yf he wil slaye me. But yf I shewe and reproue myne owne wayes in his sight,

²² yet the nombre of my yeares are come, & I must go the waye, from whence I shal not turne agayne.

¹¹ My dayes are past, my thoughtes are vanished awaye, which haue vexed myne herte,

¹⁵ What helpeth then my longe tarienge? Or, who wil fulfill the thinge, that I loke for?

⁵ As soone as thou scatrest them, they are euen as a slepe, and fade awaye sodenly like the grasse. ⁶ In the mornynge it is grene and groweth vp, but in the euenynge it is cutt downe and wythered.

¹¹ My dayes are gone like a shadowe, and I am wythered like grasse.

¹⁵ That a man in his tyme is but as is grasse, & florisheth as a floure of the felde. ¹⁶ For as soone as the wynde goeth ouer it, it gone, and the place therof knoweth it nomore.

⁴ Man is like a thinge of naught, his tyme passeth awaye like a shadowe.

³² The vngodly is afrayed of euery parell, but the rightuous hath a good hope eue in death.

¹² Myne age is folden vp together and taken awaye fro me, like a sheperdes cotage: my lyfe is hewen of, like as a weeuer cutteth of his webb. Whyl I was yet takinge my rest, he hewed me of, & made an ende of me in one daie. ¹³ I thought I wolde haue lyued vnto the morow, but he brussed my bones like a lyon, and made an ende of me in one daye.

⁶ The same voyce spake: Now crie. And I sayde: what shal I crie? Then spake it: that, all flesh is grasse, and that all the bewtie therof, is as the floure of the felde. ⁷ When the grasse is wytthered, the floure falleth awaye. Euen so is the people as grasse, when the breath of the LORDE bloweth vpon them.

²⁵ Thou kepest thy fote from nakednes, and thy throte from thurste, and thinkest thus in thy self: tush, I wil take no sorowe, I wil loue the straunge goddes, & hange vpon them.

¹² that ye at the same tyme were without Christ, and reputed aleauntes from the comen welth of Israel, and were straungers from the Testamentes of promes, therfore had ye no hope, and were without God in this worlde.

¹¹ The Sonne ryseth wt heat and the grasse wydereth, & his floure falleth awaye, and the beautie of the fassion of it perissheth: euen so shal the ryche man perisshe with his abundaunce.

¹⁴ & yet ca not tell what shal happe to morowe. For what thinge is youre life? It is euen a vapoure that apereth for a lytell tyme, and the vanysheth awaye:

¹³ Wherfore gyrde op the loynes off youre mynde, be sober, and trust perfectly on the grace that is brought vnto you, by the declarynge of Iesus Christ,

²⁴ For all flesh is as grasse, and all the glory of man is as the floure of grasse. The grasse withereth, & the floure falleth awaye