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

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25 “Now (A)my days are swifter than a runner;
They flee away, they see no good.

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Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.

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Indeed, You have made my days as handbreadths,
And my age is as nothing before You;
Certainly every man at his best state is but (A)vapor. Selah

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12 Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.

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12 (A)My life span is gone,
Taken from me like a shepherd’s tent;
I have cut off my life like a weaver.
He cuts me off from the loom;
From day until night You make an end of me.

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