Job 7:6

Trust in Yahweh with all your heart, and don’t lean on your own understanding.

For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch.

yet I will rejoice in Yahweh. I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!

and the rich, in that he is made humble, because like the flower in the grass, he will pass away.

being darkened in their understanding, alienated from the life of God because of the ignorance that is in them, because of the hardening of their hearts.

but man is born to trouble, as the sparks fly upward.

“I, even I, am he who comforts you. Who are you, that you are afraid of man who shall die, and of the son of man who will be made as grass?

and that you be renewed in the spirit of your mind,

The voice of one saying, “Cry!” One said, “What shall I cry?” “All flesh is like grass, and all its glory is like the flower of the field.

But they say, ‘It is in vain; for we will walk after our own plans, and we will each follow the stubbornness of his evil heart.’ ”

who are Israelites; whose is the adoption, the glory, the covenants, the giving of the law, the service, and the promises;

Be sober and self-controlled. Be watchful. Your adversary, the devil, walks around like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour.

He has filled him with the Spirit of God, in wisdom, in understanding, in knowledge, and in all kinds of workmanship;

Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye will no more see good.

Aren’t my days few? Stop! Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,

How then can man be just with God? Or how can he who is born of a woman be clean?

Far be it from me that I should justify you. Until I die I will not put away my integrity from me.

As for man, his days are like grass. As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.

“Vanity of vanities,” says the Preacher; “Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.”

For all his days are sorrows, and his travail is grief; yes, even in the night his heart takes no rest. This also is vanity.

so then let’s not sleep, as the rest do, but let’s watch and be sober.

He who acts unjustly, let him act unjustly still. He who is filthy, let him be filthy still. He who is righteous, let him do righteousness still. He who is holy, let him be holy still.”

They moved him to jealousy with strange gods. They provoked him to anger with abominations.

For we are strangers before you, and foreigners, as all our fathers were. Our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is no remaining.

“Now my days are swifter than a runner. They flee away. They see no good.

He grows up like a flower, and is cut down. He also flees like a shadow, and doesn’t continue.

The womb will forget him. The worm will feed sweetly on him. He will be no more remembered. Unrighteousness will be broken as a tree.

He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes away, and doesn’t come again.

The days of our years are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty years; yet their pride is but labor and sorrow, for it passes quickly, and we fly away.

Though I walk in the middle of trouble, you will revive me. You will stretch out your hand against the wrath of my enemies. Your right hand will save me.

Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain; but a woman who fears Yahweh, she shall be praised.

You were wearied with the length of your ways; yet you didn’t say, ‘It is in vain.’ You found a reviving of your strength; therefore you weren’t faint.

“Let your waist be dressed and your lamps burning.

However at that time, not knowing God, you were in bondage to those who by nature are not gods.

You, being in past times alienated and enemies in your mind in your evil deeds,

But since we belong to the day, let’s be sober, putting on the breastplate of faith and love, and for a helmet, the hope of salvation.

And the Lord will deliver me from every evil work, and will preserve me for his heavenly Kingdom. To him be the glory forever and ever. Amen.

But the end of all things is near. Therefore be of sound mind, self-controlled, and sober in prayer.

Jacob said to Pharaoh, “The years of my pilgrimage are one hundred thirty years. The days of the years of my life have been few and evil. They have not attained to the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage.”

I have waited for your salvation, Yahweh.

This is how you shall eat it: with your belt on your waist, your sandals on your feet, and your staff in your hand; and you shall eat it in haste: it is Yahweh’s Passover.

He was the son of a widow of the tribe of Naphtali, and his father was a man of Tyre, a worker in bronze; and he was filled with wisdom and understanding and skill, to work all works in bronze. He came to king Solomon, and performed all his work.

“For there is hope for a tree if it is cut down, that it will sprout again, that the tender branch of it will not cease.

But man dies, and is laid low. Yes, man gives up the spirit, and where is he?

What is man, that he should be clean? What is he who is born of a woman, that he should be righteous?

where then is my hope? as for my hope, who will see it?

But he knows the way that I take. When he has tried me, I will come out like gold.

Brace yourself like a man, for I will question you, then you answer me!

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me. Your rod and your staff, they comfort me.

For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, and wither like the green herb.

Behold, I was born in iniquity. My mother conceived me in sin.

Surely men of low degree are just a breath, and men of high degree are a lie. In the balances they will go up. They are together lighter than a breath.

But I will always hope, and will add to all of your praise.

Remember how short my time is, for what vanity you have created all the children of men!

For a thousand years in your sight are just like yesterday when it is past, like a watch in the night.

though the wicked spring up as the grass, and all the evildoers flourish, they will be destroyed forever.

I fade away like an evening shadow. I am shaken off like a locust.

For who knows what is good for man in life, all the days of his vain life which he spends like a shadow? For who can tell a man what will be after him under the sun?

Stop trusting in man, whose breath is in his nostrils; for of what account is he?

Only acknowledge your iniquity, that you have transgressed against Yahweh your God, and have scattered your ways to the strangers under every green tree, and you have not obeyed my voice,’ says Yahweh.”

Most certainly I tell you, among those who are born of women there has not arisen anyone greater than John the Baptizer; yet he who is least in the Kingdom of Heaven is greater than he.

Yes, we ourselves have had the sentence of death within ourselves, that we should not trust in ourselves, but in God who raises the dead,

We are courageous, I say, and are willing rather to be absent from the body and to be at home with the Lord.

Stand therefore, having the utility belt of truth buckled around your waist, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness,

not in the passion of lust, even as the Gentiles who don’t know God,

But we don’t want you to be ignorant, brothers, concerning those who have fallen asleep, so that you don’t grieve like the rest, who have no hope.

The world is passing away with its lusts, but he who does God’s will remains forever.

(For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, because our days on earth are a shadow.)

“Man, who is born of a woman, is of few days, and full of trouble.

My days are past. My plans are broken off, as are the thoughts of my heart.

For, “All flesh is like grass, and all of man’s glory like the flower in the grass. The grass withers, and its flower falls;

He has filled them with wisdom of heart to work all kinds of workmanship, of the engraver, of the skillful workman, and of the embroiderer, in blue, in purple, in scarlet, and in fine linen, and of the weaver, even of those who do any workmanship, and of those who make skillful works.

What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?

You will be secure, because there is hope. Yes, you will search, and will take your rest in safety.

Behold, he will kill me. I have no hope. Nevertheless, I will maintain my ways before him.

The waters wear the stones. The torrents of it wash away the dust of the earth. So you destroy the hope of man.

For when a few years have come, I will go the way of no return.

He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone. He has plucked my hope up like a tree.

Behold, you have made my days hand widths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath.”

My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.

Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.

The wicked is brought down in his calamity, but in death, the righteous has a refuge.

“Keep your feet from being bare, and your throat from thirst. But you said, ‘It is in vain. No, for I have loved strangers, and I will go after them.’

that you were at that time separate from Christ, alienated from the commonwealth of Israel, and strangers from the covenants of the promise, having no hope and without God in the world.

For the sun arises with the scorching wind and withers the grass, and the flower in it falls, and the beauty of its appearance perishes. So the rich man will also fade away in his pursuits.

Whereas you don’t know what your life will be like tomorrow. For what is your life? For you are a vapor that appears for a little time, and then vanishes away.

Therefore prepare your minds for action. Be sober, and set your hope fully on the grace that will be brought to you at the revelation of Jesus Christ—