Job.9.25

Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.

Job.9.25

"My time is short--what's left of my life races off too fast for me to even glimpse the good.

Job.9.25

"My days are swifter than a runner; they fly away without a glimpse of joy.

Job.9.25

"Now my days are swifter than a runner; They flee away, they see no good.