Job 7:6
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope.
BSB
ASV
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hope.
KJV
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
My days are past more swiftly than a web is cut off by the weaver. By a very suitable image the time of the flesh is compared to a web. For as the web advances by threads, so this mortal life by the several days; but in proportion as it grows to its bigness, it is advancing to its cutting off. For as we have also said above, whilst the time in our hands passes, the time before us is shortened.
Swifter than a weaver’s shuttle - The word ארג areg signifies rather the weaver than his shuttle. And it has been doubted whether any such instrument were in use in the days of Job. Dr. Russell, in his account of Aleppo, shows that though they wove many kinds of curious cloth, yet no shuttle was used, as they conducted every thread of the woof by their fingers.
Rare words are the text's own signal of a deliberate thread: the fewer the occurrences, the more the places it appears belong together.
The walk8
Follow this verse’s cross-references two steps out. Each card is a verse this one points to, and beneath it the verses that one points to in turn. Where several different paths arrive at the same place, that place is listed first: the text keeps returning to it. Every stop shows its own words, and every stop is a page.
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1 Peter 1:24For, “All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall,
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A voice says, “Cry out!” And I asked, “What should I cry out?” “All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flowers of the field.
You do not even know what will happen tomorrow! What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.
Reached by 2 independent paths from here.
As for man, his days are like grass— he blooms like a flower of the field;
But the one who is rich should exult in his low position, because he will pass away like a flower of the field.
For they wither quickly like grass and wilt like tender plants.
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Psalms 144:4Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
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My days are like lengthening shadows, and I wither away like grass.
I am fading away like a lengthening shadow; I am shaken off like a locust.
For we were born yesterday and know nothing; our days on earth are but a shadow.